Adam: What happens now? 
I can barely stand on my own 
where will I turn when I feel alone? 

Micah: I guess I'll live with the lonliness 
If I had a choice, I couldn't tell you what it would be 
But I know i'm sick of living this way 

Nick: I know i'm sick of all this meaningless pain 
I doubt i'll ever give up 
as much as I know i probably should 

Micah: everytime i stood there 
figurative gun to my head 
I could never say [bad word] this [bad word] 
even though i'd rather be dead 
every scar that isn't really there 
every memory that I won't let die 
I watched the light fade in your eyes 
i watched my life fall apart 

Adam: my mind is in the deepest hole 
i dream of nothing anymore 
will i ever admit that you're a [bad word] 
i can't live with this in my head 

Nick: why am i too scared to make it all stop 

Adam: figurative gun to my head 

Nick and Micah: i'll hang myself from my hopes and dreams 
with a noose made out of reality