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I can’t move, I can’t sleep I can’t eat, I can’t breathe Without pain
I feel weak, I feel trapped I feel tired, I feel sapped Once again
I am done, I am gone I am spent, I am drawn To the brink
Every time this happens I lose the ground I’ve gained If this is what my life is Complaints can’t be contained
I’m beat down, I’m held up I’m held down, I’m beat up Is there nothing I can do? I’m led right, I’m pulled wrong I’m pushed right, I’m dead wrong If I admit that I am through
I was strong, I was me I was whole, I was free Without pain
I want hope, I want time I want health, I want life Once again
I need help, I need you I need peace, I need to Live again
Every time this happens I should be more aware It’s nothing I can’t handle Even though it seems unfair
I’m beat down, I’m held up I’m held down, I’m beat up Is there nothing I can do? I’m led right, I’m pulled wrong I’m pushed right, I’m dead wrong If I admit that I am through
Evaluating, complicating, accelerating to the brink Accumulating, calculating, substantiating at the brink Negotiating, meditating, separating on the brink Retaliating, isolating, evaporating from the brink Hallucinating, regulating, medicating to the brink Disintegrating, speculating, fluctuating at the brink Concentrating, navigating, suffocating on the brink Operating, supplicating, liberating from the brink
I have faith, I have will I have strength, I have still To overcome
I won’t stop, I won’t break I won’t lose, I won’t take Anymore
I will stand, I will fight I will try, I will right What is wrong
Every time this happens I know what I derive I always receive strength from you That helps me to survive
I’m beat down, I’m held up I’m held down, I’m beat up But there’s something I can do I’m led right, I’m pulled wrong I’m pushed right, I’m dead wrong If I think I won’t pull through