Reach down inside and pick yourself up
Someone alive will try to fake that
Good intentions didn't make it worse
But almost let them

This is the end, will I just stop trying
My instincts are learned and that is a bad one
Trying to stop a bullet by putting up your hands
That doesn't work
Everything I lost I expected to find
Maybe I'm hopeless cause I found nothing at all
Every promise I made is true
But that one
Not so much