Breathe out Bad

When you have a bad day

and you're tired and torn,

when you look up to the sky 

and ask why you were born,

don't let it get to you,

because you're better than that.

Don't let it trouble you,

because that'll just hold you back.

 

Pull out all those mental weeds that 

sprout up in your head.

Start thinkin' 'bout the the pretty things.

Stop wishin' you were dead. 

 

Breathe my darling

Breathe my darling

Breathe my darling

Breathe.

 

Hold your heart in your own hands 

and tell it to beat.

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