Grin and bare it, the truth is easier to fake
The smile you're wearing, it'll all turn out okey
Mountains made of mole hills tunring into clay
And I told him, be okey
Break and share it, a problem halved a problem spoke
Pretend you care and turn the insults into smoke
Start to question, is it allways gonna be
Little old you, little old me
If I, If I, If I
Let it go or fall to pieces
If I, If I, If I
Let it go or fall to pieces
Know you Wanted, thi stuff will kill you don't you know
Village haunted, rooftops covered thigk with snow
Public speaker, pulpits built upon fools gold
Non believer, seeds to sow
If I, If I, If I
Let it go or fall to pieces
If I, If I, If I
Let it go or fall to pieces
If I try, to make it mine
There's too much distance, too lottle time
If I try, to make it mine
There's too much distance, too lottle time
Mountains made of vicious people
Start to question, stop believing
Mountains made of vicious people
Start to question, stop believing
