Picking up the pieces
To put them back together
Staring at the faces

That hoped for something better
Wondering if I'll ever be the same
Wondering if I'll ever feel good again


But I'm still standing
Holding on

Stripped of all these chains you've put on
I'm still young
I'm still free

You haven't got the best of me

Holding on to reason

But caught up in the moment
With nothing to believe in
Because everything is broken

Nothing will ever be the same
No nothing will ever feel good again


Now you're seeing all your bridges burn
We're all waiting for it to be your turn
With your fingers and wires crossed

Counting down the names of the lives you've cost...