what if all that we feared was the truth

looked us cold in the eyes, then we were sure, then we knew

it’s just nobody told us before, so it can’t be our fault

when they knew we were sinking slow, and no one bothered to call

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all those words pass right, right over our heads

as we leave for the night we quietly count all the times that we bled

in the morning we’ll wake, and we’ll wait just to see

how long this one will last and how long til’ we’re free

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how do we get some other measure of worth

and as lost as we are, we’ve learned to be content in our hurt

is there anything out there for us, well i swore i’d seen it too

but is that enough, just to pray that it’s true