"Top Of The World"
| 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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