They drink up all my money
I want to run away but always keep coming back
Doubting whether it's me or them that's the cause of that

I might be weird but I'm not broken
(Well that's not true...)
At least I patch my holes, you leave them open

I'm a work in progress
Working to be my idol
I'm not perfect and I know
Some times an obstacle can feel like cover


For the longest time now
I only got up in the mornings
because of the promises I made:
"it will get better, just hold on" I said

The best feeling is self-control, being strong
followed in close second it's being right
And I was not wrong
I'm glad I held tight