I will sing and shout, if that's what you've asked for. And I will live life proud, shining your light on it.
Crash. It's like a paperweight fell from the clouds onto my head without a touch of pain. And like a winner's crutch, it's just too much to take. I keep my vices in the closet waiting for a chance to take all that is left of me.
And, I need to remember at times... That this head of mine, Well... it's not always screwed on right. I'm not always right. And I know what you promised, I'm completely aware... But I'm asking, Lord, I need to know... I just need to know...
What we're here for... What we're made for... What we breathe for.. What we bleed for...