Just stop and think What will become of this? My life is hanging by a thread I just want to exist How could I want to take everything away? I had to open my eyes and see This beautiful place
Awakening To the sight of blood Spilled upon my hands How can I make this end?
All the fights Every fake goodbye Every fucking lie I'm sick of playing pretend
How could I never have seen this before? After all I'm standing here staring at the door I open up the door and all that I can see The light at the end of the tunnel staring back at me.