Now that you've been to hell twice
You've got the tools to survive
Don't let it all slip away and hold on
Like New York and meditation
Like most of love and relationships
Like feeling funny when you're high
Real freedom is a state of mind
Hold on, just try to make it through
When you do you'll know it's true
That you don't hurt the ones you love
You always hurt the ones that love you
Now that you've let yourself cry
You've lear the lesson you never had
Inside of you is the strength to hold on
Hold on, just try to make it through
And when you do you'll know it's true
That you don't hurt the ones you love
You always hurt the ones that love you