It's guaranteed that this is going to hurt while
My heart is ripped and scattered with goodbyes and
My weary soul just longs for sleep - the cave-in's close
And it's killing me to see how young I am, and how far I came
And how long I still have yet to go
I already know I feel more alive
When I get hit swinging - when I put up a fight
I know it's comfortable to be content
But cowardice brings defeat so effortlessly
So I'll take pain, I'll painstakingly
Take the pain as that which sets free
Cause I can't get out without a fight
It may take a knife stabbed through my heart along with a goodbye
That is so bittersweet it seems caught between my dreams and reality
Wake up to find that I'm alive only when I start to bleed
