S"‹."‹L"‹."‹F.
I will pick myself up from the ground
I won't be the mat for your door
I won't let me down anymore
I must throw these chains to the floor
In this situation
These things fall into a path of temptation
So build up the walls of self preservation
and find a better way to expand my elevation
seeing clearer through
I will pick myself up from the ground
I won't be the tool for your chore
I won't let me down anymore
I must find the key to this door
In this situation
These things fall into a path of temptation
So build up the walls of self preservation
and find a better way to expand my elevation
seeing clearer through
My life is changing day by day
And all of this pain it comes and goes
It's hard to deal with these parted ways
But I know the tides will bring me ashore