| Gathering my thoughts
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| They can’t stay contained
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| How am I expected to be everything when
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| It feels like I’m living in my own nightmare, and
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| I’ve always been so sure of a new start
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| That we’d find through the good in our hearts
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| Picking up the pieces shouldn’t be this hard
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| These cuts might heal
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| But they will leave scars
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| Gather the strength to break the mold
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| Breaking down the walls that held your soul
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| Things have never seemed so bleak before
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| It made it all so hard to bare
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| (All the reason to care, I always will)
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| After everything you’ve faced
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| For your own sake
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| You have so much left to give
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| You were never meant to fade away
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| The mind can will itself over the soul
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| Can’t it
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| We’ve been stuck in this space alone
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| No one made me aware to the fact
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| That one person could break the world you once had intact
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| Gather the strength
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| To break the mold
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| Breaking down the walls
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| That once held your soul
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| I know now that you’re becoming whole
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| Because you’re facing the demons
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| That once had their hold on you
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| They once had a hold on you
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| But you shouldn’t have to pick these pieces
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| On your own
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| Pick up these pieces on your own
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| Things have never seemed so bleak before
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| It made it all so hard to bare
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| (All the reason to care, I always will)
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| After everything you’ve faced
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| For your own sake
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| You have so much left to give
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| You were never meant to fade away
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| For so long
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| There were doubts
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| About the good in your heart
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| You needed to see
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| You mean too much to me |