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