"if it wasn't for your misfortune, I'd be a heavenly person today"

Trying to fight for the good heart,
'cause I believe in you,
even though there's nothing good to be found in mine.

and one way or the another,
something is going to shred me to pieces.

It's weekends killed,
she pushed me into gutters,

found a home,
found a home.

and I'm holding hands with you now,

waiting
wondering

if you'll help me to my feet.
[into your arms]

'cause I've been shredded to pieces,
but I can still stand,

I can still stand.