Got knocked down again,
felt lower than I've ever been.
Longing to belong,
singing a sad song.
A dark time needing to see the light,
no end to the torment in sight.
Where do I go?
Things are moving to slow.
I need to get away from it all,
to a place where I can stand tall.
I struggle to make it all better,
writing another tear stained letter.
Sick of crying late into the night,
it's time to rise up and fight.
I refuse to let them bring me down,
taking my life back I get off the ground.
On top of the world is where I'll stand tall,
nothing they do will make me fall
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