You’ve been down

You’ve been out

You’ve been beaten to the floor

And now you have no doubt

That you’ll be dead

Before the dawn approaches

What a pity to see

You’re will is utterly, utterly diseased

 

How can we stop her from ruining herself

How can we show her her life

Adds up to more than she’s been dealt

 

We can’t be sure

If you’ll pull through

All the crying and dramatics

No they wont do you no good

I feel pain

To see you like this again

How can we treat

A will that’s utterly, utterly diseased

 

How can we stop her from ruining herself

How can we show her her life

Adds up to more than she’s been dealt

How can we stop her from ruining herself

How can we show her her life

Adds up to more than she’s been dealt

 

Can we stop her

Can we stop her

It’s obvious it means much more

Than life has got to offer

Can we stop her

Can we stop her

It’s obvious it means much more

 

I place no blame

What saint am I

Along the way somewhere I stumbled

and I left my will behind

Believe me

I know that this won’t be easy

How can we treat

A will that’s utterly utterly diseased