Turn around and pick up the pieces I
like a rock
sink Sinking til I hit the bottom The water is much deeper than I thought Nothing to swim with Kicking but I keep sinking A lesson that no one could have ever taught Cause I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips I ll turn around and pick up the pieces One more push and I ll be there Back where I belong I ll turn around and pick up the pieces I see the picture Blurry but now it s in focus A fairy tale I purchased on my own I finally woke up Everything is better A chance for me to open up and grow I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips I ll turn around and pick up the pieces One more push and I ll be there Back where I belong I ll turn around and pick up the pieces Suffocating sinking further almost everyday Barely treading water knowing I will not give up I will not give up I will not give up I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips I ll turn around and pick up the pieces One more push and I ll be there Back where I belong I ll turn around and pick up the pieces Turn around and pick up the pieces |
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