Why do things have to be so hard?
I gotta get a good grip before I fall apart.
Sometimes I wish that I was a bird,
So I could fly away.
When I get this feeling that I've got no hope.
I just turn back time, to see what I had before.
I look back when I've got no hope.
Well, I think that I'm going crazy.
It's just too much sh** inside of my head.
I can't take anymore.
Oh please, can somebody help me?
I've got to get back up again,
And gain my sanity.
I brought this on my self.
And by myself I'll prove that I can be strong,
And get back on my own