(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Some spend their time sniffin' out a life that ain't nothin' to sneeze at, sick of this ridiculous fight to achieve that, take Julie, she felt weaker as the week went, started off okay, but just wait 'til the weekend, 'cause Saturday was the saddest day, being lonesome was loathsome, to not have a mate's like acetate, burning so much and it felt like nothing could help, mind so distorted she resorted to cutting herself, the rush was enough of a distraction to take away the pain and disgust of her actions, she wears the scars, but the biggest are invisible, the inner turmoil embroiled, an individual with so much baggage it won't fit in the overhead, pretending she can carry it all on her shoulders then, 'cause even as the weight crushes her spine, she stays undermined by what's up in her mind

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Liz Harper)
'Cause some don't know what to do, and some don't know what to say, and sometimes we have to lose to win another day, and I wish I had the answers, but nothing is the same, if only I could put it all away

(Verse 2: Liz Harper)
Finding comfort in this haze where I'm more afraid of change than the rush of being bright with the sun across my face, prescribed the situation, white pills for warm hands, take all my delusions to revise your own plans, 'cause I don't need security, rather just be gone, reminded of your love, but I don't wanna be strong, see, all these expectations are the problems to begin, I just work so hard and wanted to stand again, but the bone healed wrong, already walked too long, and now the pain is louder than the words they have to say, how ya doin', ma'am, oh, I'm great, I'm doin' great, but please be on your way 'cause there's nothin' here to save, nothin' here to make, nothin' here to trade, I'm just pushin' back skin in search of an escape, I'll take it all for granted, admit this life's a lie, 'cause it seems the things that kill us are what make us feel alive

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Liz Harper)
'Cause some don't know what to do, and some don't know what to say, and sometimes we have to lose to win another day, and I wish I had the answers, but nothing is the same, if only I could

(Verse 3: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Abuse is a noose and it tightens on your trachea, tangled up in dangerous amounts of the mania, investment in question, a trap and it's pricey, hard to pinpoint an escape so precisely, a cycle, cycling, a circle full of crises, tricky circumventin' circumstances of your psyche, slicing through your senses like a buzz saw, that's why every cut cuts to the chase to be cut off, huh, an ongoing struggle with a muzzle and a puddle of tears inside a puzzle, and that razor ain't for the stubble, it drips at the tips while the lips say I love you, the mind has a mind of its own, and some lives are contrived by the conniving lies that it's told, elusively losin', abuse and confusion, just tryin' to find some truth in the music

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Liz Harper)
'Cause some don't know what to do, and some don't know what to say, and sometimes we have to lose to win another day, and I wish I had the answers, but nothing is the same, if only I could put it all away

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Liz Harper)
'Cause some don't know what to do, and some don't know what to say, and sometimes we have to lose to win another day, and I wish I had the answers, but nothing is the same, if only I could