| I sewed it up | |
| Stitched all these dead end streets | |
| Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) | |
| Like a petal pulled from an open flower. | |
| Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make a sound and don't | |
| Break it off | |
| This searching for what we may never find | |
| And that says it all. | |
| I hope that we will make it through.. | |
| The heartbreak that comes with just living through one day | |
| All the good times that past and all the friends we lose in a lifetime on our way. | |
| Here in this life we seem so lost. | |
| On this side of brightness we don't know where to go. | |
| I hope that we can make it | |
| Through this night. |