You ever feel like you're living for nothing...
And ending it wouldn't change a damn thing?
'Cause you've been gone longer than you care to accept
You ever feel like you're fighting a war?
As you sit alone at home, all alone
It's like heaven vs. hell vs. you, right?
And you're running out of ground to stand, ground to fight
Giving something for nothing
Almost seems like a fair trade
You ever feel your skin peeling...
Slowly revealing a grey monster beneath?
You feel that soon there'll be nothing left for you but healing
And ending it would change everything
For better or for worse, doesn't matter which
Giving something for nothing
Almost seems like a fair trade