I wake up another day here.
And I think it's my last one.
But the doctor's say hold on girl,
we're not quite done.
We got more needles to poke,
and more drugs for you to take.
But don't worry we'll cover our asses
if we make a mistake.
Just like that my hopes
fall straight to the floor.
And I'm not sure
if I can take this anymore.
Instead of making me healthy
it's making me worse.
Instead of making me happy
it's making me curse.
I look outside through my window
wondering when can I be among them?
When can I have freedom from this place?
When can I see my family again?
People keep saying it's okay, it's alright.
But they just don't know.
You have to ask to use the bathroom.
You need permission to go anywhere you want to go.
They keep saying it's tomorrow,
that's the day when you can finally leave.
But after all the lies I've been told
I just don't know what to believe.
