Soulful embrace
but it stirs the wound all open again
Just pray for black and white
in a series of grays
all open again

I'll try to hold you still
right in front of this mirror
just open your damn eyes
No one will collect you, repair you
there is no glue but the tears from your own eyes
I don't know if it's enough
but if you crumble
I'll love all of your pieces
Energy can't be destroyed
so you'll still be here somehow

What is enough?
What is enough?
What is enough?

It's your choice
swing or be hit
scar or bleed to death
Fight or face
until it's done
bleed some or run