When nothing matters, no, and you're not sure if it ever did
When life is grey or black or whatever color it is
When the sound of his voice screaming in your ear
Melts with the television, the noise disappears
You're letting him back in
To break you once again
You're crawling in your skin
You're forgiving him
You hold it in
Her mascara draws his picture on her face
And all these pictures that he's framed take up his space
These awkward elevator moments of happiness
Just keeps you open to the cycles of visciousness
Letting him back in
To break you once again
You're crawling in your skin
You're forgiving him
You hold it in
Ooh, ooh, ohh
You're letting him back in
To break you once again
(Ohh)
You're crawling in your skin
You're forgiving him
You hold it in
Holding on
(For a little happiness)
Holding on
(For a little happiness)
Holding on
(For a little happiness)
Hold on
For a little happiness
(For a little happiness)
For a little happiness
(For a little happiness)
For a little happiness
Happiness
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