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