Take these hands and break them off of my arms…cause im tired of waging wars…and im done with this now its killing me…im broken…defeated…but im not repeating
these memories are stained in my mind…so wont you wash them away…away tonight
take these hands and break them off of my arms…im tired of holding on to this black and blue heart its broken and bruised now in pieces on the floor
..now its time to find the strength to carry on…..will i find the strength to carry on?
these memories are stained in my mind…so wont you wash them away…away tonight
im not going to give this up…im not going to fade away
ive lost my way…ive lost my will to fight
im never going to give this up…for now im just down and out
these memories are stained in my mind…so wont you wash them away…away tonight