Some people will only ever see us as victims;
They\'re not the ones
Who pull you out of bed when your world shatters
Off the cold hard floor when your knees fail
And the air is taken from your lungs
Carrying the weight of a heart too big
Survivor\'s guilt as you stand
Mourning another grave of a friend
Friend of a friend
Another one gone and you can\'t do a thing
But stay on the phone and share the weight of the grief
Walking with ghosts still waiting to be claimed
Debts unpaid just to find some relief
Looking for answers
At bottoms of bottles
And cutting lines
In skin
Or white powder
When shooting up is the only time life is euphoric
And all of your friends
We\'re just waiting for it
You know
That phone call
The one where they\'re saying
He flatlined
We tried
But we couldn\'t save him
Surrounded by pain
But you make it out alive
Praying to a god you don\'t believe in
The others survive
When the person you loved
More than life itself
Turns into the reason
You\'re saving yourself
When you\'re pleading in court
With an absolute stranger
To grant some protection
To keep you from danger
When consent doesn\'t matter,
Just the response to
\"But did he hit you...?\"
When the family you know
Isn\'t the one you were born with
When they catch your fall
You still feel that absence
Tell me
I\'m going to hell
For what I believe in
I can assure you
I\'ve already been;