Lyrics:

Picking up the pieces (Picking up the pieces)
To put them back together
Staring at the faces (Staring at the faces)
That hope for something better
Wondering if I'll ever be the same
Wondering if I'll ever feel good again
But I'm still standing, holding on
Stripped of all these chains you've put on
'Cause I'm still young
Oh, I'm still free
You haven't got the best of me
Holding on to reason
But caught up in the moment
With nothing to believe in
Cause everyone is broken
Nothing will ever be the same
No, nothing will ever feel good again
But I'm still standing, holding on
Stripped of all these chains you've put on
'Cause I'm still young

You haven't got the best of me
Now you're seeing all your bridges burned
We're all waiting for it to be your turn
With your fingers and your wires crossed
Counting down the names of the lives you've cost
Counting down the names of the lives you've cost
Counting down the names of the lives you've cost
Counting down the names of the lives you've cost... oh
But I'm still standing, holding on
Stripped of all these chains you've put on
'Cause I'm still young
Oh, I'm still free
You haven't got the best of me (the best of me)
Yeah, I'm still standing, holding on
Stripped of all these chains you've put on
'Cause I'm still young
Oh, I'm still free
You haven't got the best of me