[verse] My life is like a flickering newsreel, situations on a stage; an ordeal. A shadow of myself, the wreckage. My inner self a torn apart carnage. [Chorus] Ripped and ripping Hurt and hurting Struggle and struggling On and on and on (on and on and on) [verse] Each day longing for tomorrow. A place to find the peace, find the slow. But each day knocks against the next. Sandpaper rubbing, vexed on vexed. [Chorus] Ripped and ripping Hurt and hurting Struggle and struggling On and on and on (on and on and on) [bridge] Well, tomorrow is really going to be the day. When I change the reel, no ifs or buts or maybe. I’m stopping the fight I’m cutting the ties. I’m going to have the life I want I need to rest, I need to heal. Rested and resting. Healed and healing. Soothed and soothing On and on and on (on and on and on)

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