In Your Hands Thrice

Bound to this couch, I lie in waiting
Watching windblown memories slip by my windowsill
I can't fall asleep, voice in my head disturbs me
Waking nightmares keep, have my cries fallen on deaf ears?
Can you hear me or am I....

Talking to myself again? Is there anybody listening?
Are you taking this in, am I wasting my breath?
Tell me, is the wind in your sails worth everything you give?
Are you looking for something? Forgiveness?

I leave it up to you
I guess I'm better off removed
Because the situation's growing too thick
In your hands

Could it have been something I said?
Or was it something that I did?
Did I ruin my chance? Have you written me off?
Tell me, where did I cross the line?
And can I work my way back this time?
Will I always regret this decision?

I leave it up to you
I hope you find a good excuse because
I've given about all that I can give
In your hands