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, still afraid of what I might say
Or 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 should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemy's closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing what's the next card
I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand 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 where in lies the answer
To [bad word] the grieving, of life's [bad word] lessons
I'm handed in succession, 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
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive

And you will survive,
And I will survive,
And we will survive.