The Answer

When what we do is beyond excuses,
When a secret is told,
When feeling resists from the truth,
When nothing means something,
When paranoia is actually true instinct,
When you don't deserve a thing: pure, clean, without blemish;
by your unclean side

But again
That on your side is the trophy of all obstacles
That on your side was the right that all wrong stepped aside for,
That on your side is the true love in disguise
That on your side is your redeemer

So what should you do?
Hold on!
Holding on that's what I'd do.