Needless to say I'm tired but there's always a way to cope,
there's unspoken beauty in hope, when hope is love and love is hope.
Then whose is the voice saying "go back the same way you came",
when I am breathless from running and determined I'm here to stay.
And go find someone who can help you with your heart,
and go bleeding somewhere else, I tell the mirror it's all your fault,
the man on the other side
So this is where we have come, we are helpless and we're wrong,
I always thought the life I lead would give us what we want.
With every nerve that I've got, with every pore of my skin,
I can feel the weather changing within
The daybreak is so cold, awake from dusk 'till dawn.
Am I just a paper where the picture is drawn?
But as far as I can recall, I've had a mind of my own,
when everything else is gone, I am a whisper standing stall.
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