I can hold on longer, take each breath I was given.
I can hold on longer.
Fight it until I reach the end.
These thoughts, running through my head, only have one way out.
A future with no more days.
I question living life (as I run away from mine).
I can't find the blade.
I can't find the blade (that will cut through me).
I can hold on longer, take each breath I was given.
I can hold on longer.
Fight it until I reach the end.
Broken, buried, and betrayed.
I'm not going to let my life take me away.
I don't want to be here right now, but while I'm still breathing, I'll make this work somehow.
(But while I'm still breathing I'll make this work somehow).
Our hearts are made to break.
No blade in the world will take that away.
Prove them wrong. Hold on longer.
I can hold on longer, take each breath I was given.
I can hold on longer.
Fight it until I reach the end.