There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.

Henry Ward Beecher

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Save Me From Myself
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Lost
My heart is hard as stone
On my own, alone, I carry it home
Gone
I used to waste the days,
So distraught, I thought, I'm changing my ways
Now you're changing my ways
 
You save me
Save me from myself
There is no one else
I'd lean on
Save me
You save me from myself
There is no one else that sets me free
 
Start
The start of something new
Is what I find, when I'm just looking at you.
Lift
You lift me off the ground,
Keep holding my hand
I won't bend or even look down
 
Don't look down!
Don't look down!
 
You save me
Save me from myself
There is no one else
I'd lean on
Save me
You save me from myself
There is no one else that sets me free
 
 
You save me
Save me from myself
There is no one else
I'd lean on
Save me
You save me from myself
There is no one else that sets me free