LYRIC FOR SALE

By Brooke Allyson

VERSE 1
Whoa, yeah
You’re running around on empty
Sliding around the backseat
Before you know what’s happening
You fall
Head first inside this slow hell
Trapped inside your own cell
Begging you to turn around
But you won’t
You always have to learn the hard way
You have to have control
Maybe when you hit the bottom
You’ll know

CHORUS
It’s okay, okay, okay
To not be okay, okay, okay
It’s okay, okay, okay
To not be okay

VERSE 2
You find yourself descending
But you keep pretending
The darkness that surrounds you
Is not your fault
You’re circling the bottom
Everything must go
Even the gold plated shovel
That dug this hole
It’s tempting just to lie down
Oh God show me the way out
What if today was your last day

Chorus 2x
Whoa, yeah
It’s never too late
You’re not alone
Even when your heart feels like a stone

Chorus 2x
Whoa, yeah