| I miss that week in the hospital
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| Too sick to see you but made sure to call
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| It spiraled downward from then when I got sick again
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| I’m overwhelmed by it all
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| If I could open up enough
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| To feel your love
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| Maybe it’d be more bearable
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| 'Til the treatments end
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| But don’t pretend that the world has
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| Never been good to you
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| Don’t suspend all your plans
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| When you know you should follow through
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| I never pushed the limits
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| I lived inside them and minded
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| Didn’t dare ask questions
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| Never swam in the deep end
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| I was afraid to try
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| Now I feel like a bad kid
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| 'Cause no one deserves this
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| So I’ll just sit here quietly
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| With my hands folded
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| But don’t pretend that the world has
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| Never been good to you
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| Don’t suspend all your plans
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| When you know you should follow through
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| Don’t you dare play the victim
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| When you have the power to choose
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| Don’t pretend that the world has never been good to you
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| I won’t pretend
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| I won’t pretend
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| I won’t pretend anymore
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| The bad can discover the goodness that hovers
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| Over you |