| She locks up all those tears
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| On her bed, the door closed
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| So she’s all alone
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| Halfway through her sophomore year
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| The pressure’s cut to the bone
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| Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn’t express
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| She paints red all over her fragile wrist
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| Did she think she’d be alright?
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| Did she think she could live like this?
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| So she prays to God
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| To believe in trust
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| In hope, in life, in love
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| Whoa, I’m coming back to the world
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| I, I’ll start it over again
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| Whoa, I’ve fallen down by the wayside
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| I’ll get up and sing it again
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| Another day it’s the same habit she tries to break
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| It doesn’t go away, her problems still stay
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| There’s more to life than this
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| She’s always had a choice and today
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| She’s found the inner strength to sing |