Monday night, half past eight
I'm sobering up, and down drops the weight
No bumpin or pushing off, those days are gone
Avoiding for too long, reality is too wrong
When you see my face, smile my way
We can pretend we're somewhere else and its another day
Another me, another you
Another chance to prove you will pull through
Time will pass, though the hours they move slow
I'll still be here, u know i'm never lettin go
Every inch of me, nothin but true
I'd never dare give anything less to you
Im so happy
Must be the change in the weather
Or seeing someone you thought was gone
Doing so much better
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