I'm gripping and clawing for a decent remark
Maybe I just haven't been trying as hard as I think
And all my words are worthless in the end,
If I can't get through this in one single piece...

If only time would pass faster...
So that I could know for sure...

But it's too late for second guessing,
There's no second chances...
Besides, I was never one for quitting
Even if tomorrow has turned away

I haven't got time for explanations
Or to even think this over...
This takes a lot more, than even I thought it would
I'm not beating myself up, I swear:

But I am the last one
Of everyone whose left
I'm not sulking engorged in static
I'm just stating the evidence I see

While another set back
Places me further behind
And another failure rears it's ugly head,
Pushing me closer and closer
To calling it quits for good...

I think it's almost over...
And the proof is in the papers...
The proof is in the papers...
The proof is in the papers...

No offense to you my friend, but don't tell me so calmly
That it'll be fine if I can turn the corner
Cause you really don't know much about
The situation at hand, or my life whatsoever...

I'm telling you now...
That the proof is in the papers...
The proof is in the papers...
The proof is in the papers...

And I just don't seem to add up.

No I still don't add up for one reason or another...
Cause obstacles seem to present themselves
Every time I turnaround...
At last, I'm beginning to see what makes this so difficult...

I should've paid closer attention
I wish I could do it again from the start
Well too late now... It's lesson learned, and justice served.
But something tells me I'll find a way to get by without.