I'm tired and I am angry at the nature of it all
I'm fighting just to find myself a breath
It's hard to see the meaning,
maybe it's just like you said
Today was just a little better than my best
In the face of my depression I can hardly see the sun
Peeking out behind the wreckage that
gets left I can't easily forget it,
no it ain't
just in my head Today was just a little better than my best
Strike a chord,
sing a song Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises Yes,
it ain't meant to end this life
There will be trouble and there's no time for us to mourn
Strike a chord, sing a song And spread the ashes
I always think that I am humble till the moment passes by
Sought to fire, I can't control inside my chest
Sweet reminders of a growing up that hasn't happened yet
Today was just a little better than my best
Strike a chord,
sing a song Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises Yes,
it ain't meant to end this life
There will be trouble and there's no time for us to mourn
Strike a chord, sing a song And spread the ashes
So we leave you with a message,
fellow passengers of pain
Never bite the hand no matter how you're fed When the
saints are called back home and all the wickedness is dead
We will meet you somewhere better than our best
Strike a chord,
sing a song Let the paint dry on the
picture Holding on to the promises
Yes,
it ain't meant to end this life There will be
trouble and there's no time for us to mourn
Strike a chord, sing a song Spread the ashes
Strike a chord, sing a song Spread the ashes