Whoa, I'm coming back to the world,
I, I'll start it over again.
Whoa, I've fallen down by the wayside,
I'll get up and sing it again!
She locks up all those tears
On her bed, the door closed
So she's all alone
She locks up all those tears
On her bed, the door closed
So she's all alone
Halfway through her sophomore year
The pressure's cut to the bone,
Overwhelmed with the feelings
she couldn't express,
She paints red
all over her fragile wrist.
Did she think she'd be alright?
Did she think
she could live like this?
So she prays to God,
To believe in trust,
In hope, in life, in love.
And she says:
Whoa, I'm coming back to the world,
I, I'll start it over again.
Whoa, I've fallen down by the wayside,
I'll get up and sing it again!
Another day
it's the same habit she tries to break,
It doesn't go away, her problems still stay,
There's more to life than this.
She's always had a choice and today
She's found the inner strength to sing!