. . .

Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain, but I brushed my teeth anyway.
I got dressed through the mess and out a smile on my face.
I got a little bit stronger.

And I'm done hoping that we could work it out.
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels,
letting you drag my heart around.
And ooohh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change.
I know my heart will never be the same,
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger