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