What makes me think that,
It'll all work out in the end
Afraid to feel bad,
Better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong,
Just keep on wishing
Crossing my fingers so long,
Is this helping,
I'm growing weaker each day,
Can't stop whining,
So afraid of what I might say,
Your reactions,that control us one and all.

It's mine, it's pure
And as decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know,
Only the strong survive...

So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again
Seems I [bad word] another deceitful friend
My fault, I should have known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer for real,
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard,
Trying to guess life's dealing what's the next part?
I'm surely folding,I don't like this end at all...

It's mine, it's pure
And as decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know,
Only the strong survive...

Maybe things happen for a reason
And wherein lies the answer
To [bad word] the grieving
Of lifes [bad word] lessons,
I'm handed in sucession,
It builds my pain which makes me strong

It's mine, it's pure
And as decent as I can make myself inside,
We all know,
Only the strong survive... 3x

I will survive, I will survive, we will survive