Things aren't really getting better,
They're not going to go away,
But I think I might survive,
If I can make it through today,
If I pull myself out of bed one more time,
Ther rest of the day just might fall into place,
Because each day I make it through,
Brings me farther from the pain I can't erase.
I can deal with a few more problems,
And if I don't mess up too bad,
I might go to bed tonight,
With a couple less obstacles than I had.
A few more hours of chaos and confusion,
Just a few more pairs of hollow eyes,
That look right through me,
Unknowingly betraying their lies.
No, things aren't really getting better,
They're not going to go away,
But there is a new hope, a new dream to chase,
If I make it through today.
