Breakin' Out
(Paul Hanna)

Looking back a couple years so much was spent with blood and tears
So many friends have come and gone with all these things that I’ve done wrong
How can I make these things turn right? Cause I’m losing at the winning fight
 
I’m breaking out from this thick shell
I’m breaking out, out of this living hell
I’m breaking out without a doubt
I’m breaking out, I’m breaking out.
 
I’m sick of being down these days when all it brings is misery
With misery comes company and nightmares become reality
How can I make these things turn right? Cause I’m losing at the winning fight
 
Help me I’m falling I don’t know if I can get out
Help me I’m falling I don’t know if I can get out