There was no surprise my name came with a price. Did you pay in gold with a body in denial? I was a rambler's son, if I had to tell someone. While I've been losing blood, it's been building in your lungs. I am the burden. Yeah, I am the pain in your eyes. And I wasn't the first, so I'm not sure I'll last through the night. I was the open book, but there are some pages I’d never let you write. But I'll stay the open door if only you turn out the light. I've been abandoned. Can anyone answer for me? Cause I've cut myself open. Is it too much to ask for relief? So pull me from the vine. I'll be grafted in with time.