How many songs could not be heard
'Cause we're too busy listening to our own cries?
How many times did it feel so wrong
'Cause we were too sad when everything was all right?

When the night comes, I feel so sad
'Cause I'm still breathing, and I'm still alive
When the Sun rises, I feel so down
'Cause I'm not dead, but I don't want to die

It feels like a hurricane
Crashing into my skin
I can't get rid of all this pain
But I'll fight again

My life is mine to make
I can see a future now
My fists hurt like never before
But I'll fight again

Cards in the game, that I can tell
But no one told me what the rules are about
Feeling like a stranger in my own hell
Being observed like some kind of crowd

Looking for answers
Trying to save my soul
I'm not a dancer
But life's orchestra started the show

It feels like a hurricane
Crashing into my skin
I can't get rid of all this pain
But I'll fight again

My life is mine to make
I can see a future now
My fists hurt like never before
But I'll fight again