She stands and she shakes with her eyes half awake. And she's standing alone just to cover up cracks. Of an image she's built of a mind in control. Of a body that's broken she stands at the side of the road. So debonair and nothing can compare to the sight of a man with the world at his feet. But he's broken inside behind those dead eyes just another person just like you and me. Let's start the think over, talk about this when sober. The stories of our lives we're writing now. Look into the reasons our confidence is bleeding. The stories of our lives we're writing now. We've missed so many chances tonight.