Fifteen million miles away from home And I start breathing, and beleiving That I can find the strength to carry on Oh God I'm needing, too numb for feelings Oh please don't kick me when I'm down Or I'll drown, in my self loathing Oh please, forget this in the morning And I won't be mourning when I die Anchors on my ankles, and I sunk Into depression, or is this some lession? And its cold and grey and no white light is guiding Searching for insight, into my own life Oh please, don't kick me when I'm down Or I'll drown, in my self loathing Oh please, forget this in the morning And I won't be mourning when I die And oh please, don't kick me when I'm down Or I'll drown, in my self loathing And please, forget this in the morning And I won't be mourning when I... Mouring when I, mourning when I die