When these cuts open
and my past is bleeding out
when the floor is covered
and the walls are splat,
you don't know
what kind of mood I'm in
if life's not anything
worth breathing for
you change that

When I walk alone
through these fields I know
I can cry out loud
when other times I don't
when there's no hope
failings a fact
and I have no purpose left
you change that...