Most Days
Amy White
Some days it's hard to breathe
To make conversation
To hear you laugh
A room full of empty words
The noise is drowning
Your talk is small
Most days
I feel alive
I hold that feeling
That makes me cry
Some days it's hard to try
I go through the motions
I lose my way
Falling without a voice
There's no one to hear me
You're scared away
And maybe tomorrow
I won't pretend
You'll hear my heart sing
These days will end
Most days
I feel alive
I hold that feeling
That makes me cry
Most days
I feel alive
I hold that feeling
That makes me cry