I'm growing too weak to stand here on my own two feet.

And if I fall, how will I ever find the comfort?

And if I fall, will I ever return to you?

If I let this state of mine decide how I fumble through my life

All the pieces of my broken heart can't build me a way to your blinding sight.

Cannot find me a way to all that is right.

I continue on, I know that I will never return.

Not now, not ever.

All my thoughts have been lost, taken by ghosts that haunt the living.

Did I ever care about anything other than how I appear?

I left who I am on the inside to die, to give the surface a fighting chance, to paint the picture of who I am.

All this fear I hid inside, you promised to take from me.

Perfect love is all I need to make me strong not weak.

So take this burden from me, leaving me white as snow.

Take this burden from me & make me, make me whole.

All my faults are made strong, much harder to wipe from my conscience.

Reinforced by my own self-destruction.

Pick yourself up off the floor.

Pick yourself up off the floor.

I continue on, I know that I will never return.

Not now, not ever.

This isn't a dream where I just wake up.

I've hit the bottom with no rope to pull me up.

To get me out.

Get me out.

Caught on the other side of the divide.