Sometimes all it takes is a spark of hope
and it's okay to want to give up, but always remember
to keep pushing till tomorrow.
THROW ME TO THE WOLVES,
AND I’LL RETURN AS LEADER
OF THE
PACK.
You know your place in the sky.
There's this girl, 12 years old
She used to dream of beautiful things
Now she dreams of ropes and knives
And She dreams of dying
She wants to become an angle
That flys above the trees
Each day it gets harder
And each day se fights
But she can't fight this no more
She's tried so hard it's worn her out
She's giving up on herself
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
Theres this boy,17 years old
When people ask him what's wrong
He always says with a smile
I'm fine everything's good
Little did they know that he
Dreams of dying every night
They didn't know
He cuts his arms in silence
They didn't know that every day
He prays to God asking him
"Please take me away from here
This is not where I belong
I'm tired of living
I want to go home"
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
There's this girl
She used to cut
And dream of dying every night
She met this boy
And she was his world
He lifted her up out of the darkness
And saved her from herself.
With him she was happy
And she finally realized her purpose
She knew the pain of others
And decided to help the fighters
She saved many lives
Just by talking to others
And letting them know
She cared
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
She used to dream of beautiful things
Now she dreams of ropes and knives
And She dreams of dying
She wants to become an angle
That flys above the trees
Each day it gets harder
And each day se fights
But she can't fight this no more
She's tried so hard it's worn her out
She's giving up on herself
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
Theres this boy,17 years old
When people ask him what's wrong
He always says with a smile
I'm fine everything's good
Little did they know that he
Dreams of dying every night
They didn't know
He cuts his arms in silence
They didn't know that every day
He prays to God asking him
"Please take me away from here
This is not where I belong
I'm tired of living
I want to go home"
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
There's this girl
She used to cut
And dream of dying every night
She met this boy
And she was his world
He lifted her up out of the darkness
And saved her from herself.
With him she was happy
And she finally realized her purpose
She knew the pain of others
And decided to help the fighters
She saved many lives
Just by talking to others
And letting them know
She cared
Don't give up you little fighter
Show the world your battle scars
When you fall get right back up.
Let them know what your made of
Don't let your spark die
Make it a flame instead
Because one day I'll get easier
All you gotta do is believe
If I were you, I'd be careful
I'd listen to those who are trying to help
I'd keep clinging till every sliver of hope
Has slipped through my fingertips
Because, dariling
You still have so much to live for
I'd listen to those who are trying to help
I'd keep clinging till every sliver of hope
Has slipped through my fingertips
Because, dariling
You still have so much to live for
Honestly, I remember coming home from the first time I
saw him over the summer since school ended. I had went to the
fair with him and a few of our friends. I remember coming home
and sitting in the corner of my room crying my eyes out
because I liked him so much and I thought I would never be the
object of his affection. Crazy how things work out.
You'll get through this.
Just remember:
When you feel like giving up,
Remember why you started
