How can you expect me to live,
With circumstance you won't forgive.
I'm through crying now,
And all I care about,

Is getting through another day,
Without your thoughts get in my way.
'Cause you won't let me be,
Only your righteousness you see.

All the stones you've thrown at me,
Have left me too much time to bleed.
There's nothing left to give,
It's you who has to live.

So look down at your hands,
What are you holding in your hands?
Is it one last stone for me,
Or do you hold the key?