Soulful embrace   but it stirs the wound all open again   Just pray for black and white    in a series of grays   all open again      I'll try to hold you still    right in front of this mirror   just open your damn eyes   No one will collect you, repair you   there is no glue but the tears from your own eyes   I don't know if it's enough   but if you crumble   I'll love all of your pieces   Energy can't be destroyed   so you'll still be here somehow      What is enough?   What is enough?   What is enough?      It's your choice   swing or be hit   scar or bleed to death   Fight or face   until it's done   bleed some or run