| All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless
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| And I, and I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping
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| That I, that I can live and let go
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| So I can get through it
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| Yeah, I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this
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| You know that pain can
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| Hang in the air like cigarette smoke, right?
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| Sometimes trying to live and let go
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| Still trying to talk with a mouth full of cinnamon though
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| I’m trying to crawl out the skin I’m in so
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| I can see through the eyes of a loved one, eyes of an enemy
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| Rising above sometimes takes a pedigree
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| That I fear that I don’t possess
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| And turns hope into hopelessness
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| But I won’t regress
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| Won’t let life wear me down
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| Staring down as the travelers all rush past
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| Some part their weary brow
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| And wear a frown like a handlebar moustache
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| So I live by forgive and forget
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| Rather that than to live with regret
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| It’s like living with debt
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| It’s a weight that’ll curve your spine
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| Living with hurt is like serving time
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| All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless
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| And I, and I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping
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| That I, that I can live and let go
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| So I can get through it
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| Yeah, I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this
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| All these days I’ve been
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| I pay homage to obstacles
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| Thin line between honour and horrible
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| The healing heart knows the eyes must overflow
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| Tears clear the windows that guard the soul
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| Now that the water flow, you can scrub the mud out of your land
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| The blood out of your hands
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| But you still gotta cleanse the heart that’s trying to beat inside
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| And it’s only purified by the tears you cry
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| You can fight all the devils and slay them
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| But if you’re made hard at the days end then they win
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| There’s only one force that can solve all this
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| I want the warm heart that we all start with
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| Sometimes we march out, ball our fists
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| I will give it all up for my softness
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| You will never invade my Holy place
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| I let the tears dry on my face
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| All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless
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| And I, and I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping
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| That I, that I can live and let go
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| So I can get through it
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| Yeah, I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this
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| If these walls could talk they’d sing a sombre song
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| And if we’re stronger from this road that goes on and on
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| We wear scarring like armour made of problems from
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| Void of feeling, time ticking, sitting on a bomb
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| So disengaged, hope in us fades
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| Reaching out but the dark taking focus away
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| This road’s paved by the brave without knowing the way
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| Don’t stray bro, they didn’t build Rome in a day
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| And I don’t need to satisfy a ceaseless appetite
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| Just to feel at peace or gratified
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| If we don’t reach for the stars, only reach for satellite
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| We’ll live in faded colour, we dream in black and white
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| I know our demons walk among us
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| The struggle’s something that we do, not something to become us
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| So let go of all the suffering and hurt
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| Yo, unless we ball it up and we burst
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| So I can get through this, so I can get through this
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| So I can get through this, so I can get through this
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| Yeah, all these days I’ve been broken and hopeless
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| And I, and I don’t feel like I’m coping, and I’m hoping
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| That I, that I can live and let go
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| So I can get through it
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| So I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this
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| So I can get through this, so I can get through this
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| So I can get through this, so I can get through this
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| So I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this
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| So I can live and let go
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| So I can get through this |