I worked on it for a while
I gathered it into a pile
And put it with
The rest of the things
That didn't work
Until I saw
That it was going nowhere
Taht let me down
That drove my heart
Into the ground
That tore me up
That made me cry
With no regrets I ask
Have you no pride to stay straight
You've become everything
That you hate
In our little world
You're slipping down
Grab in my hand and
I'll pull you out
I'm trying to live a life
That cuts me like a knife
That's dull
I wrapped myself up tight
And stored it with the rest of the things
That didn't work
That let me down
That drove my heart into the ground
That tore me up
That made me cry
With no regrets I ask
Have you no pride to stay straight
You've become everything that you hate
In our little world
You're slipping down
Grab my hand out and
I'll pull you out
Writer(s): Bret Domrose
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