I don't know why you can't see, That this complete misery is self-inflicted All we can hope is someday you'll come to your senses - reconstruct this There are others in your midst, Who understand but need you first to be there
I'm tired of this observation, And sick of this conversation, It's never ending This has to come to a stop for everyone's sake It's not too late It's not too late
Through my eyes - seeing. Through my lungs - breathing. Through my heart - beating. Through your life, I know that you'll be there
Someday I will stand, On the brink of emptiness, But I won't look away Because I know that you'll be there