I will sing and shout, if that's what you've asked for.
And I will live life proud, shining your light on it.

Crash.
It's like a paperweight fell from the clouds onto my head without a touch of pain.
And like a winner's crutch, it's just too much to take.
I keep my vices in the closet waiting for a chance to take all that is left of me.

Well, I need to remember at times…
That this head of mine, well… it's not always screwed on right.
I'm not always right.
And I know what you promised, I'm completely aware…
But I'm asking, Lord, I just need to know….
What we're here for...
What we're made for...
What we breath for..
What we bleed for...

What are we here for?
I'm Begging...