the walls around come down and they’re crashing around me
and there’s a taste in my mouth that feels like the bitter end
and if i get away from the pain and the voices that hound me
well i’m not quite sure i’ve got the strength to start over again
but if i make it to the setting sun
well i might have a story to tell before the day i’m gone
if i fall to sorrow, and find it hard to see to the end
do i have the heart to go, and try it again?