Don't change the way we are, still opening up all the scars.   Let's not re-hash what once was.   We're falling further down the spiral into denial.   It makes no sense, nevertheless, you won't get the best.   You won't get the best. You won't get the best of me.      Time and time again you've realized that hope is far from over.   It was never over.   Pain that you have gone through makes you a stronger person.   A better person.   Pain that you hold close when others know and all the hate you hold inside.   Just open up.   Pain that you hold close and the hate you bottle up inside.      We're falling further down the spiral into denial.   It makes no sense, nevertheless, you won't get the best.   You won't get the best.   The best of me