I've always tried toΒ Β 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