Is this what we stand for
Or is this all we can get? Is this all we understand?

When lost, we look for the only answers we can find
When in fact things are just naturally unknown
Why can't we just let some things be

Unable to live without it
We tear ourselves apart in search
Why is this so
For this you look inside

You're broken in shreds, but it's okay, I heal all but myself

The nights last so long, and you can't help but sing in sorrow
The days come so quick, but screaming won't prove a thing