| When I wake up and the sun won’t shine
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| And I see the bedlam all around me
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| I turn over and go back to sleep again
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| If I could skip or erase this day
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| But it’s much to young to feel sorry
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| So I’m trying to get on my feet again
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| Now and then I start talking to myself
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| Cause I’m ashamed to tell anybody else
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| Do I really need to ask for someone’s help
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| To find out
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| That I’m alive
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| And I can’t get myself outta here
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| I’m alive
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| I’m alive
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| Man in the mirror why you’re staring at me
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| You have to see the same face tomorrow
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| Do me a favour and get out of my way for today â€"
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| Just today
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| It’s not the answer but the question that makes life
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| A little bearable like dating your ex-wife
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| Do i really need to back out and to hide
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| I decide
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| That I’m alive
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| And I can’t get myself outta here
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| I’m alive
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| And I do what I have to pull me through my live
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| I’m alive
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| I tell you one thing, I do need something
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| I pool of good luck charmes to bathe in
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| I tell you one thing, I do need something
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| I pool of good luck charmes to bathe in
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| And hope I’m gettin out alive
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| When I wake up and the sun won’t shine
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| And I see the bedlam around me
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| I turn over and get back to sleep again
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| And again and again |