I’m not the last man standing

and certainly not the first

I am the one stumbling

tripping over my thirst

If there are second chanses

and sometimes even thirds

I’ve left them all behind me

lost more than a hundred to my thirst

Yet here I’m standing

Feet firmly on the ground

Yet still I’m stading

I stumbled, and then I found

Reason to get up and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on

A reason to get upp and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on

I’m just a man, like every other

I’m just a man, a broken lover

My heart is broken

My inner deamons feeding

they feast of my pain

Yet here I’m standing

Feet firmly on the ground

Yet still I’m stading

I stumbled, and then I found

Reason to get up and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on

A reason to get upp and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on

Yet here I’m standing

Feet firmly on the ground

Yet still I’m stading

I stumbled, and then I found

Reason to get up and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on

A reason to get upp and carry on

My reason to stand tall and carry on