Wounded

Slowing the pace, are we still standing
Was this meant to be, are we losing
It’s the sense that we live after all this darkness
But it’s taken its toll
And there’s not much left in me
Not now
It won’t be you, not you
In hindsight it’s clear how far we went wrong
We had nothing to fear but ourselves
It’s the look of the wounded
We’ve finally won
But it’s taken its toll
And there’s not much left in me
Not now
It won’t be you, not you
As we find ourselves locked in this chaos
With nothing to lose, embracing madness
Forcing us to block out the sadness
We’re just empty shells
And nothing left in me
Not now
It won’t be you, not you