I. Denial
There are times when I forget
Just how lucky I have been
People slip and I'm no better
Just as guilty as the rest
And it has not been lost on me
I recognize there's tragedy
In that we never truly realize
What we had until it's gone
Victims of circumstance and self fulfilling prophecies
The things we whisper to ourselves
Late at night to try and keep ourselves sane
To numb the pain judgment gets clouded
Lost in negativity
We all get lost sometimes
But we'll find our way
Day by day and piece by piece
So take these words
For all they're worth

You’ve gotta hold on to what you've got (x4)