 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Pieces- Rob Thomas  We build it up, we tear it down,
We leave our pieces on the ground,
We see no end, we don't know how.
We are lost and we're falling.
Hold onto me,
You're all I have, all I have.
Hold onto me,
You're all I have, all I have
‘’Sing me a song, Uncle Lucas. Please!’’
Lucas chuckled as he tucked four year old Brody in. “No bedtime story tonight?’’
“Nuh uh. A song please.’’
“Very well.’’ Lucas cleared his throat. “Run away, run away if you can't speak. Turn a page on a world that you don't need, wide awake and you're scared that you won't come down now. Didn't I tell you you were gonna break down? Didn't I warn you, didn't I warn you? Better take it easy, try to find a way out, better start believing in yourself.’’
“I believe in myself, Uncle Lucas! Promise!’’
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