Ready to live, ready to let go,
pick yourself up, it's out of our hands.
I'm making progress on my own.
What was so important now means nothing.
Things so trivial and pointless were keeping me up at night.
I'm making progress on my own,
it's better than the last time, this feeling is right.
I'm making it count.
History may haunt me because taking full control always let me down and I realized what's done is done for a reason.
You're never given anything you can't handle, hang in there.
What's done is done for a reason.
Pick your head up, I'm ready to live.
