Why do things have to be so hard? I gotta get a good grip before I fall apart. Sometimes I wish that I was a bird, So I could fly away. When I get this feeling that I've got no hope. I just turn back time, to see what I had before. I look back when I've got no hope. Well, I think that I'm going crazy. It's just too much shit inside of my head. I can't take anymore. Oh please, can somebody help me? I've got to get back up again, And gain my sanity. I brought this on my self. And by myself I'll prove that I can be strong, And get back on my own