| This is the only thing I have worth holding onto. |
| I have
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| condensed my past to fit the lines on the pages that no one will ever see. |
| But
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| still I fight, day after day. |
| ‘Cause this is all I’ve ever wanted my life to be
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| and I push everything I’ve ever loved away to keep myself from sinking. |
| If I
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| find the bad in everything, I can never be attached. |
| I’m trying to find a
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| balance, trying to find my way, and every choice I’ve ever made brings me
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| anywhere but home. |
| But I’ve welcomed sacrifice with open arms, and I will never
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| regret my decision. |
| This is the only thing I have worth holding on to. |
| This is
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| the only thing that makes me feel alive. |
| I’ve simply been searching for the
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| right place to rest my head. |
| I’m searching for common ground between all that I
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| am, and all that you need me to be. |
| I’ve seen a future and want nothing to do
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| with it. |
| A constant campaign to impress those who never ever cared. |
| I’m
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| struggling but I won’t allow myself to sink. |
| You know where to find me. |
| I keep
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| my composure and assume my place, in front of the people I love most. |
| You’re
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| the reason why we’re here. |
| I’m struggling, but I won’t allow myself to sink. |