It always comes around. Back to you.
It's not so much the words as it is the voice that happens to give the words.
And I've worn out my angst, my unhappiness. And I've found my faith.
I can look back on everything and bring it down, make it worth less. The truth is it hurt just as much as something real.
So look. We all get over it eventually.
Everyone knows the upside to hitting the bottom is the climb up.