And it ends like thisnwith a quote from an 80's songnsing me to sleepnshe was hoping for it all alongni took the letter from my bednand blacked out every line i readnexcept for seven wordsnthat made so much sense to hernnit's like one voice in the choirnburried by the restnnholding our breath til there's nothing leftnit's too hard taking the world onntoo hard taking the world onnnshe's the one true artistnthe last of a dying breednan unguarded heart isnthe one thing you'll never neednthe snow has never looked like thisnthe city never stops to restnshe's off to start a warnis this worth fighting for?nnthis is like the flash that lights up your picturencoming from the crowdnnthrowing fists through the air when there's no one therenit's too hard taking the world onntoo hard taking the world onnncarving our names so the past remainsnit's too hard taking the world onntoo hard taking the world onnnstand up, the keys, and then the carndrive up, the porch, and then the doorntwo knocks, the lock, and there you arensay what i could not say beforennstanding our ground til the walls come downnit's too hard taking the world onntoo hard taking the world on