why is it so hard for me
to get a grip on my own life?
if I were all alone,
I\'d be terrified.
I know
I can\'t do it alone...
I know
I\'ll tough it out on my own.
if the glass comes falling
down like rain,
if the echoes bring
hymnals of pain,
if the blood pours over me,
you\'ll know I\'m unchanged.
nothing is forever,
except maybe diamonds,
maybe I\'ve been
blinded all the same.
you will see that I
remain unchanged.