Oh Lord Pick This Girl Up Off The Ground Already

there's only so many times...

Oh Lord, Pick This Girl Up Off The Ground Already!

You stare at the stars
Wondering how you could have fallen this far
You feel so alone
That no one understands
Maybe you're right
Maybe they don’t
They probably never will
 
But the fact of the matter is
You can’t stay here forever
Hovering just above the darkness
Floating just beneath the light
Sooner or later a choice has to be made
Will you rise to the occasion
Or fall to the floor?
Will you climb through the window
Or be smothered by the door?
 
Everyone has been in this place
One time or another
But each experience is different
No one has the same one
No one comes up with the same solution
Every one is on their own
Togetherness is a delusion
 
There are some things they can help you with
And be by your side
But friend, these are not the times
This is the era in which you have to go it alone
This is where you find what substance you’re made of
What will make or break you?
Will you going to fall to pieces
Every time a storm blows your way?
Or will you hang out
Steadfast
Unwavering
And wait for a brighter day?