Texty: Blessed By Falling. Today, I'm Feeling A Bit Sub-Par.

Send out the ambulance again
The bleeding may be terminal
And Oh how it spreads
Incise the evil inside my heart...

My heart, like a rose
With thorns that tear
Trying to be beautiful
so often the cause of dispair

Your mercies stretch beyond
My imagination
I can feel them sinking in
I feel them deep within

But, I've made a mess of things again
The Lines have obviously been chosen
But I don't remember making a consious decision

All that I love is so far away
And all that I've gained
Is everything I hate
I've forgotten your way
So please spare me

Send out the Ambulance again

(Thanks to coulsen for these lyrics)