| I’m growing too weak to stand here on my own two feet
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| And if I fall, how will I ever find the comfort?
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| And if I fall, will I ever return to you?
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| If I let this state of mine decide how I fumble through my life
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| All the pieces of my broken heart can’t build me a way to your blinding sight
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| Cannot find me a way to all that is right
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| I continue on, I know that I will never return
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| Not now, not ever
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| All my thoughts have been lost, taken by ghosts that haunt the living
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| Did I ever care about anything other than how I appear?
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| I left who I am on the inside to die, to give the surface a fighting chance,
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| to paint the picture of who I am
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| All this fear I hid inside, you promised to take from me
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| Perfect love is all I need to make me strong not weak
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| So take this burden from me, leaving me white as snow
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| Take this burden from me & make me, make me whole
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| All my faults are made strong, much harder to wipe from my conscience
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| Reinforced by my own self-destruction
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| Pick yourself up off the floor
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| Pick yourself up off the floor
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| I continue on, I know that I will never return
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| Not now, not ever
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| This isn’t a dream where I just wake up
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| I’ve hit the bottom with no rope to pull me up
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| To get me out
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| Get me out
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| Caught on the other side of the divide |