If peace was something of an option once,
It no longer is;
The chance of living through this is slim
I thought I was stronger than this
Capture my attention and you'll have it all
Capture my heart and you're bound to fall
Thinking only of myself
Thats the way its done with you
Thats how I'll do away with you
Question what I have to give
Well then question why it is I live
I can't dwell on past or future
Right now is all that matters
In your eyes, my susbtance is raw
Saddened by tragedies that make us weary
Disheartened by faults that make us doubt
Disillusioned by a false sense of need
It all amounts to little bits of nothing
That never gets us anywhere.
The chance of living through this is slim
I thought I was stronger than this.
