Sometimes In The Morning I Am Petrified And Can't Move awake But Cannot Open My Eyes and The Weight Is Crushing Down On My Lungs i Know I Can't Breathe
and Hope Someone Will Save Me This Time and Your Mother's Still Callin You Insane And High swearin It's Different This Time and You Tell Her To Give In To The Demons That Possess Her that God Never Blessed Her Insides
then You Hang Up The Phone And Feel Badly For Upsetting Things crawl Back Into Bed To Dream Of A Time when Your Heart Was Open Wide And You Love Things Just Because like The Sick And Dying
and Sometimes When You're On you're Really Fuckin' On and Your Friends They Sing Along and They Love You but The Lows Are So Extreme that The Good Seems Fuckin' Cheap
and It Teases You For Weeks In Its Absence but You'll Fight And You'll Make It Through you'll Fake It If You Have To and You'll Show Up For Work With A Smile you'll Be Better and You'll Be Smarter and More Grown Up And A Better Daughter Or Son
and A Real Good Friend and You'll Be Awake you'll Be Alert you'll Be Positive Though It Hurts and You'll Laugh And Embrace All Your Friends and You'll Be A Real Good Listener
you'll Be Honest you'll Be Brave you'll Be Handsome And You'll Be Beautiful you'll Be Happy
your Ship May Be Comin' In you're Weak But Not Givin' In to The Cries And The Wails Of The Valley Below and Your Ship May Be Comin' In you're Weak But Not Givin' In and You'll Fight It You'll Go Out Fightin All Of 'em