And when you're down down Stand up again Breathe in.
Some things are better left unsaid. You'll find a nice place to hide them. But days like this. There is just too much going on. So I'm picking up the pieces of my past but I can't find no peace at all. So in other words, I am so ready to be found. So I'll try and I might stand up and fight to leave this place someday. All I need is that moment to make me believe that you're alive and then I'll be alright. Paradise grown cold. One hand on my door. Way too high hopes. I can't tell right from wrong. Show me how it's done. Lord I need to be saved and then I'll be alright. On days like this. There is just too much going on. So I try and I might stand up and fight.
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