i know that i need,
i need to start breathing.
but give me some time,
i'm finding the reasons.
and there's a hope held tight,
tight in my hands.
i'm sorry if this hurts,
but the killing won't end,
until our funeral begins.
begin.
this years ups and downs,
have opened my eyes.
and sometimes these drugs,
help sift through the lies.
and theres a hope held tight,
tight in my hands.
i'm sorry if this hurts,
but the killing won't end,
until our funeral begins.
begin.
you're fooled all the time,
by truths that i hide.
you're fooled all the time,
by truths that i hide.
you're fooled all the time.