| Guess I’ve finally bottomed out
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| There’s nowhere left to run
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| Kinda feels like staring down
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| The barrel of a loaded gun
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| No more second chances
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| My horizons getting bleak
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| My bridges are in ashes and
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| My inner strength is weak
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| I believe in something
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| Never much on miracles
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| But I never needed one like this
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| The only life I’ll ever live
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| Has been more take than it’s been give
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| As the thread I’m hanging by
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| Unravels right before my eyes
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| Walking straight off of a cliff
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| Every single day
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| Just assume it’s a mistake
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| If it ever goes my way
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| Trapped inside this running joke
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| That I call my life
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| Knowing what I have become
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| Cuts me like a knife
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| I believe in something
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| Never much on miracles
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| But I never needed one like this
|
| The only life I’ll ever live
|
| Has been more take than it’s been give
|
| As the thread I’m hanging by
|
| Unravels right before my eyes
|
| I cry
|
| I believe in something
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| But I don’t know what it is
|
| Never much on miracles
|
| But I never needed one like this
|
| The only life I have to live
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| Has been more take than it’s been give
|
| As the thread I’m hanging by
|
| Unravels right before my eyes
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| I cry |