Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.

Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but never enough)...
Just one more (put that track on repeat)...
The hardest part of starting is stopping

Believe you me, now;
(This shit's real)
At first it's fun,
Then it's to stay alive.
At the end it's killing you.
When you're fighting to live, and living to die...
The hardest part of picking up is putting down.

This isn't what I started.
Who changed the channel?
(Oh yeah, that was me)
When did the lines get so blurred; I can't see anymore.
But it's all so crazy clear.
The hardest part of starting over is going back to the beginning.

And I just feel so lost now that my mind's not so groggy.
It's as if I've forgotten how to think.
It's simple, not easy.
I've got a map, but don't know where I'm going.
(Who wrote these directions, anyway?)
The hardest part of learning is accepting that you don't know anything at all.

I wish I could say that if I could go back, I'd do it differently.
But I know it would all be the same.
A lifetime's such a long time, when I've walked this road before.
Chasing something I can never catch
It's deja vu.  Always the same, but not quite right. 
The hardest part of being uncomfortable is being comfortable.

Do you see that light, all the way up there?
It's so far away, where's the left lane?  I'm in such a hurry.
That train never arrived.
What's that step, again?

The hardest part of hitting bottom is learning not to dig.
(So let that shovel go)

The writing's on the wall and the line's in the sand.
The count's full, and I'm at the edge.
The hardest part of letting go is not holding on anymore.
Open your hands