crossed off, but never forgotten misplaced, but never losing hold these are the moments that bind us repressed, but never erased knocked down, but never giving up locked up where no one can find us we'll survive in here til the end there are no more fights to fight my trophies are the scars that will never heal but i get carried away sometimes i wake up in the night swinging at the ceiling it's hard to leave old ways behind but harder when you think that's all there is don't look at me that way ignored, when your whole world's collapsed dismissed, before you speak a word these are the moments that bind you come clean, but everything's wrong sustained, but barely holding on run down, with no one to find you we're survivors, here til the end