The hardest part of ending is starting again
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I havenât got
This is not the end, this is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
Iâm holding on to what I havenât got
(Early on I always understood:
I holding on to what I have and God )
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
And tho the words sound steady, something emptyâs within them
We say yea, fists flying up in the air
Like weâre holding onto something thatâs invisible there
Holding on to what I havenât got!!!
Cause weâre living at the merci of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear
holding on to what I havenât got!!!
and now we start blackout
Iâm stuck in this bed you made
Alone with a sinking feeling
I saw through the words you said
To the secrets youâve been keeping
Itâs written upon your face
All the lies how they cut so deeply
You canât get enough you take and take and take and never say
No, youâve gotta get it inside
You push it back down! You push it back down!