What makes you 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 and as decent as I can make myself.
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive.

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.

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself.
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive.

Maybe things happen for a reason and wherein lies the answer.
To overcome the grieving of lifes unruly lessons.
I'm handed in sucession. It builds my pain which makes me strong!

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself.
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive.

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself.
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive.

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself.
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive!

You will survive...
I will survive...
We will survive...