Turn around and pick up the pieces.
I, like a rock, sink.
Sinking 'til I hit the bottom.
The water is much deeper than I thought.
Nothing to swim with.
Kicking but I keep sinking.
A lesson that no one could have ever taught.
Chorus
'Cause I can almost breathe the air
Right beyond my finger tips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there.
Back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces
I see the picture.
Blurry but now it's in focus.
A fairy tale I purchased on my own.
I finally woke up.
Everything is better.
A chance for me to open up and grow.
Chorus
'Cause I can almost breathe the air
Right beyond my finger tips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there.
Back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
Turn around and pick up the pieces.
Turn around and pick up the pieces.
Turn around and pick up the pieces.
Sufficating, sinking further almost everyday.
(Turn around and pick up the pieces.)
Barely treading water knowing
I will not give up,
I will not give up...
I will not give up...
Chorus
'Cause I can almost breathe the air
Right beyond my finger tips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there.
Back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces
