Besedila: Last Tuesday. Buckle-up Virgina.

What's going on, cause theres something very wrong
and I cant seem to understand my problems now
Do I see through you,
or has a clouded point of view become the basis on which I have learned to speculate

And though I know that I have struggled in this understanding
I've come to learn that I cant live this on my own

When its said and done,
will I've lost or will I've won in this battle that I cant stop fighting now
Cause I'm falling down,

but as it crumbles all around I think I realize that my hope is just a prayer away

Just the other day I saw so clearly that, one life can leave its mark
And so I'm wondering, if I would die today, would I have done my part