Standing at the bottom of
the pit of broken dreams.
We've made it out alive
and thats the way its gonna be.
We've finally hit rock bottom
and it can't get any worse.
You wake up and you're riding
in the middle of a hearse.
As you pray to God
you go an close your eyes.
Please get me out of here,
oh please come save my life.
You try and you try
and you fail and fail again.
You wonder and you wonder
where is my heroic end?


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You grow up thinking
you're gonna be the best.
As you go along
you get stuck with the rest.
How can this happen?
This was your life.
You better not go,
at least without a fight.


Climbing up the edge
of the pit of broken dreams.
You've made it out alive
and that's the way it's gonna be.
You feel yourself slippin',
but you still put up a fight.
All I can say now is
you better hold on tight.
You stop for a second
and you come to realize...
If you let go now there's
no way you will survive.
You make a last ditch effort
to overcome the odds.
You feel yourself succeeding
instead of falling off.


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