And you say that life is getting in on you, but you always had a chip on your shoulder, just dragging you down, from him. And the days and nights are getting much longer, spending all your time trying to get sober I wish you the best, I do.

But the storm, doesn't break, it carries on...

So you sit there all alone in the corner, saying that you cannot take it much longer just running away, from here...
So I lean a little closer to show you, caring hands that always loved you, you push them away from me..

But the storm doesnt break it carries on...

Carry on...