Wounded -

Slowing the pace, are we still standing

Was this meant to be, are we losing

It’s the sense that we live after all this darkness

But it’s taken its toll

And there’s not much left in me

Not now

It won’t be you, not you

In hindsight it’s clear how far we went wrong

We had nothing to fear but ourselves

It’s the look of the wounded

We’ve finally won

But it’s taken its toll

And there’s not much left in me

Not now

It won’t be you, not you

As we find ourselves locked in this chaos

With nothing to lose, embracing madness

Forcing us to block out the sadness

We’re just empty shells

And nothing left in me

Not now

It won’t be you, not you