You look cold and you look tired 

You look cold and beaten 

You look cold, spent, and broken 

You look cold, you look like me 

Isn't it hard to look outside 

with these eyes that won't stay closed? 

Ever wonder why they gave us eyes? 

Ever wonder what keeps us alive? 

Why can't this be good enough? 

Maybe we could stop the blood 

Heal the wounds and make the best of it 

I can't find the instructions 

I never learned how to fly 

Woke up today with a hole in my soul 

I never learned how to die 

Manufactured hope and postcards? 

Pretty pictures of a better place (or is this it?) 

Can we make the best of it?