8 x down, 9 x up

I hate to see you struggle
I hate to have to try
and pretend every thing's alright

We all gotta deal with shit.
but sometimes it pushes and pushes
it won't let up.

That's when we lean on other.
Let them take the world
off our shoulders and
know that they care.

I hate the fake smile,
the forced laughter.
You run away and come back
with crimson tears falling down.

They won't stop
    They won't stop

Let me help you,
Let me reach out my hand.

We all struggle - against this world.
We all fear - ourselves

You get knocked down,
but you will get back up
and be above the crowd.