| I was told that life is beautiful | |
| Well, I'm not looking through those eyes | |
| Wished upon a star and watched it fall away | |
| Well, that's just one more thing that could never be forever | |
| Everything | |
| I touch turns to the opposite of gold | |
| It could be shit, it could be coal, that's just the way it goes | |
| Do I lead them astray, do | |
| I push them all away? | |
| I feel so cold from the exit of my soul | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should kill or cry | |
| Don't know if | |
| I should live or die, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should be myself or change | |
| Hold my ground or rearrange, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| I've been told that we live and learn | |
| As I look through tear soaked eyes | |
| I'm full of scars but | |
| I'm not made of stone | |
| And my heart's exposed my transparent life of terror | |
| A sacred promise that's sealed by a ring of gold | |
| It can't be bought, it can't be sold, but you have to keep a hold | |
| Did I throw it away because of my ways? | |
| It feels so cold now that | |
| I have lost my soul | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should kill or cry | |
| Don't know if | |
| I should live or die, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should be myself or change | |
| Hold my ground or rearrange, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| My stomach aches as | |
| I feel the sting that runs through me | |
| Lay my head into my hands, falling to the ground | |
| I look up to the sky, please help me find my way back home | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should kill or cry | |
| Live or die, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| Don't know whether | |
| I should be myself, be myself | |
| Rearrange, should | |
| I stand or walk away? | |
| Stand or walk away, stand or walk away | |
| Should I stand or walk, stand or walk away? |