"This is the first time I’ve been back to the city in months.
I’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation.
And you know,
I try so hard to be some great white hope
But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone.
I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid.
I had to take my own advice and I did.
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in.
Expect me standing tall, back against the wall,
'Cause what I learned was
It’s not about forcing happiness;
It’s about not letting the sadness win.
I don’t have roses in the closet
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
It’s everything left in me
Not to stare at them anymore.
I felt like I was holding sadness here
(I was holding sadness here)"
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