Jul 8, 2020
https://youtu.be/ixwc5LCmL-g
I don't know how I got here but I refuse to stay.
I betrayed myself when I let others have their way
But I am holding on, my finger on the pulse.
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope.
But people don't like when you put up a fight.
And slowly, ever so slowly, I am loosing mine.
I'll fight, fight, fight or be taken out alive. Fight.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?
How could I forget that I'm better than this?
I've come too far to fade tonight.
Fight, or be taken out alive.
