awake but cannot open my eyes and the weight is crushing down on my lungs

I know I can't breath and hope someone will save me this time

your mother's still calling you insane and high swearing it's different this time

and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her

and that god never blessed her insides

then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things

and crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart

was open wide and you loved things just because

like the sick and the dying

and sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on

and your friends they sing along and they love you

but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap

and it teases you for weeks in its absence

but you'll fight and you'll make it through you'll fake it if you have to

and you'll show up for work with a smile

and you'll be better you'll be smarter more grown up and a better daughter or son

and a real good friend and you'll be awake and you'll be alert you'll be positive

though it hurts

and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends and you'll be a real good listener

you'll be honest you'll be brave you'll be handsome you'll be beautiful you'll be happy

your ship may be coming in

you're weak but not giving in to the cries and the wails of the valley

below and your ship may be coming in you're weak but not giving in

and you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them...