November
I open a book and turn the page
To find the Soap Opera Digest card she used so she could find her place
But she lost it
Take the things you know your friends and write them down
Did you find them to put them in a song?
There's so much more going down around here
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
I wasn't born for routine
How can I make the world see?
It's not what doesn't kill you
It's taking something away that makes you better
When you haven't slept enough to hold up your head
It feels like your personality's dead
Don't give up too much of yourself
You're the only one who can let you down
It doesn't matter what your lie is
All that matters is you have the strength to be it
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
I wasn't born for routine
How can I make the world see?
It's not what doesn't kill you
It's taking something away that makes you better
I have filed away twelve people in my brain as numbers
Not coping is the worst thing I could do
Almost as bad as when I lost her
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
And you know what, no matter what else I have done, I woke up today
And that means I won
That means I won
To find the Soap Opera Digest card she used so she could find her place
But she lost it
Take the things you know your friends and write them down
Did you find them to put them in a song?
There's so much more going down around here
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
I wasn't born for routine
How can I make the world see?
It's not what doesn't kill you
It's taking something away that makes you better
When you haven't slept enough to hold up your head
It feels like your personality's dead
Don't give up too much of yourself
You're the only one who can let you down
It doesn't matter what your lie is
All that matters is you have the strength to be it
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
I wasn't born for routine
How can I make the world see?
It's not what doesn't kill you
It's taking something away that makes you better
I have filed away twelve people in my brain as numbers
Not coping is the worst thing I could do
Almost as bad as when I lost her
Holding on can be too much work
And in the end, your hands only hurt
I'm so tired this time of year
And you know what, no matter what else I have done, I woke up today
And that means I won
That means I won
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