| I’ve got a family to love and a future to hold
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| I’ve got a purpose to fill that I can’t let go
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| No matter how many lives I shape, no matter how many flags I wave
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| Something is off inside of me, it’s paralyzing my security
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| I didn’t know that my heart beats fast, that my lungs won’t last
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| That my mind hides these thoughts of anxiety
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| I’m thinking now might be the best time for me to end this story
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| I didn’t know that my heart beats fast, that my lungs won’t last
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| That my mind hides these thoughts of anxiety
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| I’m thinking now might be the best time for me to end this story
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| What’s there left to lose when I’m drowning?
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| What’s there left to show when my life’s on hold?
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| If I’m built for more, why’s the room so cold?
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| Nothing left to show when my life’s on hold
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| Am I built for more, am I built for more?
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| I’ve been fueling my own war
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| Resentment displayed on the empty floor
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| It’s driving, it’s tearing up the soul in me
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| What I swore to believe, what I swore to believe
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| I should’ve known, now my heart beats fast, now my lungs won’t last
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| Now my mind clings to thoughts of anxiety
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| I’m thinking now might be the best time for me to end this story
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| I should’ve known, now my heart beats fast, now my lungs won’t last
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| Now my mind clings to thoughts of anxiety
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| I’m thinking now might be the best time for me to end this story
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| What’s there left to lose when I’m drowning?
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| Sleeping with chains, but they won’t bury me
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| With my hand held high, so high
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| Sleeping with chains, but they won’t bury me
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| With my head held high
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| I’ll fight to stay alive
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| Sleeping with chains
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| Sleeping with chains
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| Sleeping with chains
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| I’m well aware that my heart beats fast, that my lungs won’t last
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| That I’ll always have thoughts of anxiety
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| I’m thinking now might be the best time for me to end this story
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| I’ll always know that my heart beats fast, that my lungs won’t last
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| I’ll always know that my heart beats fast, that my lungs won’t last
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| What’s there left to lose when I’m drowning? |