In a dark, dark room, hiding in pity and gloom, I find a spark
The idea, as always, is entertained on a lark
Maybe I’m trying too hard or maybe I’m not trying hard enough
But the truth always reveals itself to be stark
I’m me, but not the best version
This is the one where I get to be saved. You’re expected to behave
Count your blessings on the hands that won’t move ’cause fear won’t allow me to the next stave
So hold on to the best version of me. It’s the one where I choose to believe
Where everything is better than what I perceive
If it was you, the spark would be fading. A moon left waning
But we’re different and that’s what’s irritating
I’m better than I choose, so help me move
I’m me, but now the best version. It was never a battle to lose
I never lost the spark and the room is still there, reminding me of the dark
The truth always reveals itself to be stark
So hold on to the best version of me. It’s the one where I choose to believe
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