I barely make it through each day. Have always tried to get away. I’m sick of walking lonely streets. The plans to leave get concrete.
Don’t give up. (I don’t know if I could make it.) Just hold on. (What happens if I’m failing?) Can’t you see? (I always feel so helpless) Just believe.
We love. We break up. We think that we should leave. We fall. But stand up. Cause we fight, we believe.
I wrote this letter to the world. Already missed this pretty girl. But then the hope, it just came back. I thought of moments when we met.
Don’t give up. (Should I really make it?) Just hold on. (I’m still afraid of failing.) Can’t you see? (Same feeling, same direction.) Just believe.