Take these hands and break them off of my armsnCause I'm tired of waging warsnAnd I'm done with thisnNow it's killing menI'm broken, defeatednBut I'm not repeating (I'm not repeating)nnThese memories are stained in my mindnSo won't you wash them away?nAway tonightnnTake these hands and break them off of my armsnCause I'm tired of holding onnTo this black and blue heartnBroken and bruised nownIn pieces on the floornnNow it's time to findnthe strength to carry onnWill I carry on?nnI'm not gonna give this upnI'm not gonna fade awayn(I've lost my way, I've lost my will to fight)nI'm never gonna give this upnFor now I'm just down and out