Sometimes the stress
gets to be a little too much.
And it hurts to be living
from day to day.
What day is it?
I want to be free to be
whoever it is that I am.
And not make lies to cover
for the messed up past that I’ve had.
The point is that it’s a struggle
to do the best that I can.
And not make anybody mad.
Sometimes the best I can do is to sleep alone.
Here I stand.
I was called half of a man.
That there was not much left for me to do.
Ya know, I almost believed them too.
Until I found faith in you,
I knew it would be cool.
All I know is,
All I know is.
It’s out of my hands now.