I don't need to understand it.
I don't think that I can stand it.
I just need to see it as it is:
Whatever It may be.

There's no reason to decide, if this emptiness I heald inside,
was worth it.
Whatever It may be.

So I'm not saying I'll let go.
I'm won't try to let it show.
I'm just holding, tightly gripping...it.
Whatever It may be.

On the floor,
It's out the door.
On my knees,
It begs and pleads.
Bursting out,
It makes me shout...

Whatever It may be.

Whatever It may be.