And all you can do is try your best,
And all you can hope is that
The rest of the world tries that too

pray you don't bruise easily
And count away your latent anger
1,

2,

3.

And I bet you think that I sound meek
Well I probably do, I'm possibly beat, but
I refuse to be defeated by the hollow
Sad sound of sorrow.

So I'll count my bruises easily

So try to just get by
In peace

Cos you mustn't give to sad
And you shouldn't bow down to the
Bad **** that they play on that
Radio 'just for you'
See you shouldn't give in to sad.

Gotta refind a warm shoulder
Dry your tears
Spill your fears
Lean in and
Find your grin
Again.

I am weak
I'm sometimes meek
But, I'm not beat, because
I refuse to be defeated by the
Sad sound of sorrow,
I'm gonna hear the sun of
Tomorrow

drown that din

breathe in and try

You mustn't give in to sad
You shouldn't bow down to bad

*Just Breathe