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 the 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
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
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...
