I've always tried to hold everything together.
Pain or love threw any weather.
But even the strong know the week.
It hurts when you get knocked down but you get back up, cant sleep.
I hope you know this in every word I speak.
Because one day I'll be gone.
All that will remain are forgotten melody's to a broken song.
I can never claim everything will be all rite.
because we all know what hides inside our heads at night.
Even when I've lost my fight
And I don't wake agene at the end of a night.
Just put your faith in the sick, deprived, and un-holly
Because death is all it seems will take you wholly