Why breathe one more time? My lips pressed to the sky. I see it fall, come crashing down on my head and I am scared tonight.
Why'd it have to be, ordinary me? I've been chosen to lift the world on my back (weighted down).
Still grasping, for footing. A stepping stone to lift ourselves up, above this. We are searching for the cure tonight.
Why'd it have to be, ordinary me? I've been chosen to lift the world on my back (weighted down).
I wish that we, would never ever see. The end of days like these, now I know I'm in love