The Almost - Get Through Lyrics
With a stutter, I'll be talkingNo, with my sickness I'll get through somehowYou won't, no, you won't, heyWith a fever, I'll put up a fight with my temperCan't get through tonightAnd you won't, no, you won'tI am sick of my and all myIf I had you, where would I be?If I was real, could I be free?If I was real, could I be free?If I had you, where would I be?The situation, grown a little nowI'm pushing forward with a stupid scowlAnd you won't, no you won'tI've grown my hair a little longer, now I've madeA fool out of myself somehowAnd you won't, no, you won'tI am over this, I'm overDown on me, down on meYou won't look down on meDown on me, down on meYou won't look down on meGo ahead and let me be meChange this head and watch meWatch me