(Billy Bob Thornton/JD Andrew)
I looked in the mirror at all of my faces
Then turned around and walked ten paces
And drew on them
I drew on them
It's a wonder I'm not pressing license plates
For all of the loves that have met their fates
By my whim
By my whim
When the demons are gone I'm gonna lock up the place
And try to get used to only one face
Day by day
Yeah day by day
The winds of my chance are definitely blowing
Demons leave slow but I know that
They are going away
They're going away
I'm on my way, just hold on
It may tale a while
I'm on my way, you just know
I've got a new breathing style
I'm on my way, just hold on
I'm style on trial
I'm on my way, I won't be there
'Til I manage a smile
The thought of the journey back home males me shake
There are so many crows I'll have to bake
On my back
On my back
Can't tell you how many times I wish I'd die
Believe me it wasn't like I didn't try
And gave in
Yeah I gave in
Think I'm learning why I'll stick around
I need to look through the lost and found
For my skin
My own skin
I'm on my way, just hold on
It may tale a while
I'm on my way, you just know
I've got a new breathing style
I'm on my way, just hold on
I'm style on trial
I'm on my way, I won't be there
'Til I manage a smile
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