Flyleaf

Here I stand,
Empty hands,
Wishing my wrists were bleeding,
To stop the pain from the beatings,
And here you stand,
Holding me,
Waiting for me to notice you,
But who are you?
You are the truth,
Out-screaming these lies,
You are the truth,
Saving my life.
The warmth of,
Your embrace,
Melts my frostbitten spirit,
You speak the truth and I hear it,
The words are,
"I love you",
And I have to believe in you,
But who are you?