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

’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

Right 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

’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

Right where I belong

I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces

Turn around and pick up the pieces

Turn around and pick up the pieces

Turn around and pick up the pieces

Suffocating, sinking further almost everyday

(Turn around and pick up the pieces)

Barely treading water knowing

I will not give up,

I will not give up...

I will not give up...

’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

Right where I belong

I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces

-= Hoobastank - P