I'm gonna start working on me, myself and I
Gonna stop all this just tryin to get by
telling me to "get better", "stop crying", "you're fine"
you don’t understand exactly what makes up mine
Mine comes like a storm on a hot summer day
trying to get by it, but it just stands in my way
all the things it brings up and the way it sounds
only holds me tighter when something else comes around
The asking, the nodding the "I completely understand"
don't help me at all, I don't need fans
I'm not asking for your sympathy, I'm not asking at all
how come when I need you the most you let me fall
Fall down into sadness where it surrounds my soul
and sneaks up into my attitude where it takes a toll
on others, they notice, they talk and say
"whats going on, are you alright, are you ok?"
It's a work in progress as I digress
the point is that it's never over
drunk in sadness but I’m completely sober
sober-minded I'm reminded what matters in life
life is what you make it, but if I make my life,
what made me like this?
"It gets better!" they say, I nod and agree
In God we trust, in the land of the free
How free are you, are you tied down too?
Tied down to standards, tied down to stress
but just because you are down, do you deserve less?
Thinking you deserve more than others do,
others who are wounded and sore just like you?