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. Sufficating sinking further almost everyday.. Barely treading water knowing. I will not give up. I will not give up.... Chorus.