What makes me think that
It'll all work out in the end
Afraid to feel bad
Better off to try and pretend

I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping, I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say
Or reactions that control us one and all

It's mine, it's pure
As decent as I can make myself inside
We all know only the strong survive
Why don't you think about that

So now I'm bleeding on myself, yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend
My fault, should've known the deal
Keep your friends close
But your enemies closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing
What's the next card
I'm surely folding
I don't like this hand at all

Keep those eyes wide open, here comes a blind side
Maybe things happen for a reason
And wherein lies the answer to overcome the grieving
Of life's unruly lessons I'm handed in sucession
It builds my pain which makes me strong

Why don't you think about that