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.