David Cook

Who's to say you're never wrong
Who's to say that I'm not already gone
Who's to say the time inside your head
Keeps running on and on and on and on
Who's to say we'll make it through
I'm starting to believe we think is never true
Who's to say the rhymes beside your bed
Will keep you warm when everything is getting colder
And I'm just holding on until it's over
Mayday
Somebody save me now
And I'm closing my eyes cause once the sun rises
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
Who's to say this history
Isn't only just some winner's distant memory
You can't escape this drying ink
The fall of who we are is getting closer
And I'm just holding on until it's over