Another restless night of loneliness. A never-ending fight I won’t forget. And I can
think about who might have won but in the end I know that no one does. And if I fall
asleep and all I’ve got is just the thought of you, it’s not enough. If I could close my eyes
and push you out I would because I want it bad enough. I want it bad enough. Yeah we
could fight, we had all the right reasons. Somebody cries while the other one’s leaving.
So who’s to blame? We’re wasting away and if we only live to fight, we’re gonna die
someday. If I could burn the bad, forget the rest, well in the end I think that’s for the best.
And now we know I’m not the only one to be the hand that holds the smoking gun.
When it was you that pushed me off the ledge and now I’m barely hanging by a thread.
If I could pull myself back up again I would because I want it bad enough. I want it bad
enough. Who will be the last one standing? Who will be the first one to fall? Who will be
the last one left when all is said and done and gone? Who will be the first one to give up?