i’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation. you know, i try so hard to be some great white hope but i can’t shake the feeling that tonight i’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone. i’m not a self-help book; i’m just a fucked up kid. i had to take my own advice and i did. now i’m waiting for it to sink in. expect me standing tall, back against the wall, ‘cause what i learned was it’s not about forcing happiness; it’s about not letting sadness win. i don’t have roses in the closet but i’ve got pictures in a drawer and it’s everything left in me not to stare at them anymore. i felt like i was holding sadness here.