(Johnson, Shanks, Aronoff)
How many times have I said to myself
This means nothing to me
What doesn't kill only makes me stronger
So comforting to believe
But in these strange days I find
That I'm a ghost in my own life
Can you forgive these blood-stained hands
And trust the scars have healed out of sight
Where was I to know
You were running out of reasons
Afraid to just let go
We were crashing into pieces
But where was I, where was I to know
And I'm so tired of feeling sick and tired
Shattered to my very soul
A dying light in a coal black sky
I'm too young to feel so old
With hungry voices we stand in a circle
Chalked upon the floor
We're waiting for grace is it all in vain
Or do we count the ways once more
Where was I to know
You were running out of reasons
Afraid to just let go
We were crashing into pieces
But where was I to know
I'm humbled by your patience
In time the spirit grows
Will bring me to your garden
But where was I, where was I to know
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