SIXX:A.M. - Intermission lyrics

[Spoken Word]

When I first placed my hands on these diaries

Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit

A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--

How the hell am I still alive?

That's what I think every day.

But more on that later.

After all, this is just the intermission.