Open Book
Close the book on the story of each day.
Your mind will tell you no, carry it to the next;
Your heart will say no, I'm breaking again tomorrow;
Your body will say Please, I'm to tired to even get up;
Your eyes won't even want to open, they're tired from the rain;
You tell yourself you're exhausted, let me take the easy way;
But you have to do it no matter what your head says.
Wake up and start the book of the next day;
You have to pump blood even if your heart's in pain;
You have to get up even if you're body seems drained;
You need to look up even if your eyes are drenched in rain;
You have to use confidence, even if there's none left in your veins;
You're mind will try to trick you, convince you happy is the easy way.
I'm living the same story, same book different day.
You have to continue the story...
Because in a book, there's always the next page.
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