They say the darkest hour
Comes right before the storm
It's easier to turn and cower
Than to pretend that you're lost
And I don't know that if I'd not met you
If I'd still be lost standing here
But my mind it doesn't frequent
Just the heart, the pain, and the fear
Sometimes I get so low
I can see from the top of my head
I don't know if I want my grave
Or the softness of my bed
Sometimes I want to lay down so lost in the frost
You got me lost, you got me lost
'Cause they say the darkest hour
It comes right before the storm
And it's easier to turn and cower
Than to pretend that you're lost
And I don't know that if I'd not met you
If I'd still be lost standing here
Cause all I'm really left with
Is the hardness, the pain, and the fear
And I said I don't know that if I'd met you
If I'd still be lost and standing here
My mind it doesn't frequent
Just the hardness, the pain and the fear
When it rains so low
I can speak from the top of my mouth
When the torch's down
From my north and south
I weigh down my soul to the end of the frost
You got me lost, you got me lost
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