I know how it hurts, But i hate to hear those words, That you're good with being gone And everything is wrong. Don't you give up now, We'll make it through somehow. There's lots of living left In this life not the next.
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway. All you left behind is a chalk outline.
I've watched the weight of your world come down And now It’s your chance to move on Change the way you've lived for so long You find the strength you've had inside all along.