How do you know when you have to fight, and how do you know when you're reaching your limits?
WHen do you stand your ground, never give up; and when do you throw in the towel?
I'm ready to quite, to call it a day. I'm ready to say 'to hell with it all!'
But deep down inside, I know it's not meant to be. Because I'll never be a quitter.
Through marrow and bone, I'll fight to survive. Through rainy days and thunderous nights.
I'll hold on to that with childish arms, never to stop, to breath or pause. Because, if you break, you'll fall apart.
But down here with me, my teddybear sweet, holds on to me with eyes that plead: Never give up, never