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

Chorus:

It's mine, it's pure and 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 enemy's closer for real

Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard

Trying to guess lifes dealing what's the next card

I'm surely unfolding, I don't like this hand at all

Chorus:

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself

Inside, we all know, only the strong survive

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 succession, it builds my pain which makes me strong

Chorus:

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself

Inside, we all know, only the strong survive

Why don't you think about that..