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Why do things have to be so hard?
I gotta get a good grip before I fall apart.
Sometimes I wish that I was a bird,
so I could fly away.
When I get this feeling that I've got no hope.
I just turn back time, to see what I had before.
I look back when I've got no hope.
Well, I think that I'm going crazy.
It's just too much shit inside of my head.
I can't take anymore.
Oh please, can somebody help me?
I've got to get back up again,
and gain my sanity.
I brought this on my self.
And by myself I'll prove that I can be strong,
and get back on my own
