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pieces
Turn around and pick up the pieces. I, like a rock, sink. Sinking 'til I hit the bottom. The water is much deeper than I thought. Nothing to swim with. Kicking but I keep sinking. A lesson that no one could have ever taught. Chorus: 'Cause I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my finger tips. I'll turn around and pick up the pieces. One more push and I'll be there. Back where I belong. I'll turn around and pick up the pieces I see the picture. Blurry but now it's in focus. A fairy tale I purchased on my own. I finally woke up. Everything is better. A chance for me to open up and grow. Chorus Sufficating, sinking further almost everyday. Barely treading water knowing I will not give up, I will not give up... Chorus.