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