Starting over is suddenly becoming a routine for menIt makes your body weak, it makes you buckle at your kneesnBreathe in, I take it all innAs the sweat beats off my skinnSo once again I will begin to spill the thoughts I have withinnnsound the alarms nlets show the world what we are made of naim to leave a mark nand leave the critics up in armsnnoh oh its tragicnI'm an addict for your static touchnand when I feel my words collapse you are my magic crutchnBreathe in, I take it all innAs the sweat beats off my skinnSo once again I will begin to spill the thoughts I have withinnnsound the alarms nlets show the world what we are made of naim to leave a mark nand leave the critics up in armsnsound the alarmsnlets show the world what dreams are made ofnunder every circumstancenlets take a chance and make it ours