I woke up Tuesday morning To coming down Without a sound Coming back down The pressure put upon me It goes and goes Til it thinks it got me It tries and tries As it might to trick me To breaking back down I'm OK In truth I say I'm OK In truth I say I'm OK With my decay I have no choice I have no voice I have no say On my decay I have no choice So I'll rejoice I'm OK With my decay I have no choice I have no voice I have no say On my decay I have no choice So I'll rejoice