I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

I'll show you 'Cause life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm human, don't forget that I'm real Act like you know me, but you never will But there's one thing that I know for sure Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the

Stand By Your Man, Sometimes it's hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times And he'll have good times, Doin' things that you don't understand. But if you love him you'll forgive him, even though he's hard to

No ones getting out of here, alive Nevermind there's nothing I can do Bet your life there's something killing you It's a shame we have to die my dear What a way to go, but have no fear Take a good hard look for the very last time The very last one in a

I'm just a child trying to be a woman But it's so hard for me to be me I'd be free I'd be free I'd be free Ah then I could be me Ah you are a strange one To be my man Ah lying here so close to me tryin' I love you I love you I love you

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep To a river so deep From the mountains of faith I must be looking for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross And even though I know the river is wide

I'm holding on to a life, I'll never get back It's too hard to let go I'm on the right train but the wrong tracks Trying not to derail Nothing is like it was before I know not who I am anymore Chasing something that's behind me When will I be set free?

It’s not about what I want But it’s all about what you need I want what’s best for you It’s not what’s good for me But I don’t want you to leave I only want what’s best for you I only want what's best Don’t make this hard for me It’s not about who’s

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Goodbye to love Thought it was better with a broken heart But it's so damn hard to restart I tried to stitch it up a billion times But there's no happy end now for the story of you and I It's a quarter to one And we're screaming at the top of our lungs