After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar and weep
You are not alone
Then I'll show you that place,
in my chest where my heart,
still tries to beat;
It still tries to beat

Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream and destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die.

Those three words don't mean a thing, when you throw me down.
Those three words don't mean a thing, when you love to watch me drown.

Aren't you tired of being weak?

If you were everything you say,
things would be different today.
And if you were everything you swear,
we wouldn't be beyond repair.

I saw it coming, but you let it come.

Out of the million things you said, sorry could’ve worked its way in there somehow.

I want to write down all the things i rememeber about you, but i'm terrified there won't be much. I always knew you'd go up in flames.

I really miss you Emily, and i won't stop, cause i can't stop.

It’s amazing how much a person can cry.

I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ...