The end

So sick and tired of fighting
Don't hang on
So sick and tired of trying

Feel to me
Feel to the end

So sick and tired of fighting
Don't hang on
So sick and tired of trying

I was your
You were mine

I wash my hands for everything you lie
Look into your eyes, is this pain real?
I try to feel symphathy for everything
That you could never be

Feel to me
Feel to the end (Repeat x2)