And I don’t know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

A year and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it’s never really over

And I don’t know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won’t worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

A year and I’m still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It’s never really over, no

Wake up

A year and I’m still standing here
A year and I’m getting better yeah
A year and I still am

A year and it’s still harder now
A year I’ve been living here without you now

A year and I’m still breathing
A year and I still remember it
A year and I wake up

A year and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

She was good at late night listening
When he’d call her on the phone
She was good to come and get him
When he couldn’t make it home
She was good to never ask
When he’d be back again

She was there on his bad days
And for years he led her on
We all knew she had a bad case
He was doing her all wrong
She couldn’t bring herself to do the right thing
Break it off and say goodbye
Till she overheard him one night telling
Somebody on the side that

She wasn’t good enough for him
For his family or his friends
He kept her out there on a limb
Wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her in
She wasn’t good enough for him

She was good at late night listening
When he’d call her on the phone…

I’m a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
Bause I’ve got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep.

I’m that kid on every playground
Who’s always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Trying to overcome my past
You don’t have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask?

I’m the begger on the corner
You’ve pass me on the street
I wouldn’t be out here begging
If I had enough to eat
And don’t think that I don’t notice
That our eyes never meet.

I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone crossed that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
Right now I’m down to holding
This little cardboard sign.

I’m fat, I’m thin, I’m short, I’m tall
I’m deaf, I’m blind, hey aren’t we all?

Don’t laugh at me, don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me.

I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium

Cut me down
But it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones

- David Guetta

Let the truth pour out
Cause you won all the games
I won’t lie, no I’m not ok!
You were wrong, you’re to blame,
Now the world knows your name…

I’m still frustrated from last night
Things happened in half-time, I’m sick of the bends
My panic research was no help
I sink into myself
Afraid of the fall that never ends
I wait, but I’m too tired to play pretend
I’ll suffocate until the end

No time for halfhearted goodbyes,
I turn to the bottle and flee from the scene
Cheap flights from Paris to New York,
I thought it was nonstop
Can’t sleep on the KLM again
I haunt the halls of medicine at night
Choking back the urge to fight

His dog was clawing the floorboards just outside of our door,
The panic begins I searched the whole damn house from ceiling to carpet
No sign of the things he used to own
As autumn turns its back on me again
I climb the walls for oxygen

My body aches, it heaves, it shakes
All somersaults through so-called art
And I still don’t know exactly who I am
I never will, amen.

He whispers something in my ear, the message is unclear
He motions outside.
I trail him closely from behind
He tries hard not to cry
He shakes underneath the pouring rain

“I can’t compete with all your damn ideas This isn’t working out for you or me
The truth is I’m too tired to play pretend
This is goodbye, this is the end.”