i'll confess
i have thought about giving up a thousand times
i'm scared, lonely, exhausted

and every time i've been used like a punching bag
i've wanted to stay down
hoping that by ignoring the pain, that it'll go away

tired of routine, of commitment,
i wish i could stop caring,
but if i stopped, what would i live for?

so i get up everyday,
limping, hopping, crawling if i have to,
cuz one day it'll be worth it