and the funeral screams the song that it sings the memories feel what was everything the sound rings loud from a sick shotgun what can never be fought can never be won so sooner or later i gotta believe that she s getting that she s getting better while my heart bleeds while i can t forget her that she s getting that she s getting better while i m running away in my burden of shame when my injuries are still like the eye of the storm then the feeling creeps in like a wave to the shore will i ever be whole in the half where i m not what can never be found can never be lost so sooner or later i gotta believe that she s getting that she s getting better while my heart bleeds while i can t forget her that she s getting that she s getting better while i m running away in my burden of shame