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Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move,
awake but cannot open my eyes.
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs,
I know I can't breathe.
I hope someone will save me this time.
And your mother's still calling insane and high,
swearing it's different this time.
And you tell her to give in to the demons that posess her
that God never blessed her insides.
Then you hang up the phone, and feel badly for upsetting things
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 ******** on.
and your friends they sing along, and they love you.
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems ******** cheap,
and it teases you for weeks in it's 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.
You'll be better, you'll be smart,
More grown up and a better daughter
or son and a real good friend.
You'll be awake, you'll be alert,
you'll be positive though it hurts.
and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends.
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.