I spread my fingers when you filled my hands
To abundance
I spit in the face of god
As he professed his love and forgiveness
I was pushed to the brink of death and saw hell
Just to be pulled back to life to live as this empty shell
Here are the days we wish we could awake from
But Nightmares our reality
Trying to choose strength over weakness
Isn't as easy as it seems
Aren't we tired
Aren't we done
Of living like
We're the wretched ones
I had my hands full of life
As I tightened my fist
I didn't know how fragile life is
On my hands and knees I tried to pick up the pieces
But the world will never be the same looking through the shards that remain
Aren't we tired
Aren't we done
Living life
