I refuse to feel sorry for myself.
My heart,
my bruises,
they don't happen to me unless I let them.
I can't relive everything I feel,
but I do anyway.
I'll pull that switch,
and pull it deep inside my heart.
I'll feel again,
I'll love again.
I'll breathe again,
I'll want again.
Everything I have is not everything that I want.
I shot myself,
there's blood on the wall.
I looked at myself in the mirror
and I know what's right and what's wrong.
I can't let you go until I hear that song.
My skirt flies beneath me,
as I fall farther and farther.
You've still got me,
but I don't know who that is anymore.
I try, and I try
but nothing is there anymore.
I'm up, up, up in the air
but I'm so far down.
Just call it life.
Just believe in everything,
and forgive yourself.
You're nothing without me,
and I'm nothing at all.
So do it for love.
I suspect that you're respected
by everyone else.
You can toss that book out the window,
because I don't do what I'm told.
I've relived everything about that day,
those days.
When my world fell apart,
and everything changed.
I just want everything to go back to
the days when we woke up and ran out to the tree.
I just want things to be normal.
