When will the shoulders learn to carry this load?
When will these legs learn to walk down this road?
What can I see from here?
What of these broken years?
When will these ears learn to listen instead?
When will this mouth learn to check what it says?
What can I see from here?
What of these useless fears?
Because it's hard enough to breathe
And it's hard to make sense
And it's getting hard to make up my mind
But I'm going to makе it through this time
One, two, three, four, five, six, sеven
I'm gonna make it through, you know
I'm gonna make it through the day
One, two, three, four, and five
You know I'm gonna make it through, you know
I'm gonna make another life
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Maybe if I'm good I might make it to eleven
But I just don't know
When will these arms learn to hold, not to push
When will this heart stop deducing too much
What can I see from here?
When it all looks so weird?
Because it's hard enough to breathe
And it's hard to make sense
And it's getting hard to make up my mind
But I'm going to make it through this time
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
I'm gonna make it through, you know
I'm gonna make it through the day
One, two, three, four, and five
You know I'm gonna make it through, you know
I'm gonna make another life
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Maybe if I'm good I might make it to eleven
But I just don't know
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What can I see from here?
When it all looks all clear?
Because it's hard enough to breathe
And it's hard to make sense
And it's getting hard to make up my mind
But I'm going to make it through this time