Woke up this morning, only two alarms until I was awake,
Layed there that extra minute with the little pains and the usual ache.
I wanted to do it, curl up like a baby, close my eyes and make the whole world go away,
But after a while it gets to my head and I start to run of excuses to say.
Pushing aside all the covers, I finally manage to roll out of bed,
My favorite night shirt no where insight, so I put on the white one instead.
I turn up my music, but not too loud because that's what I was told,
Listening to the same song over and over again, it just never gets old.
I start getting ready, always doing things to the same old routine,
Because doing things any different just wouldn't be the same if you know what I mean.
I walk into my bathroom, brush my teeth and straighten my hair,
I put on my makeup and look into the mirror and just can't help but stare.
I go back into my room, searching around for something good to wear,
It doesn't even really matter, "pajamas or jeans", most of the time I don't even care.
I get myself all ready, feed my fish and grab all the things I need to start my day.
And as I walk out I notice the blanket flipped to the pink side, hoping it's wrong today.
I walk into the kitchen, putting half my things on the counter and half on the floor,
Then I open my special drawer, should I take a little less today or should I take a little more.
Looking at the time, I check my messages, grab a bite to eat and then I'm out the door,
Walking down the driveway, still listening to that same song, the one no one really cares about anymore.
As I wait for the bus, I just stand there and sing my favorite song,
Because I don't care what everyone else thinks, it makes me happy and it keeps me strong.
As I get to school, I walk up the stairs to find everyone waiting for me sitting on the floor,
And as I walk through the doors I put on a smile and hide the fact that life just isn't worth living anymore.
Another bad day today, my blood sugars high and I just wanna go back to bed,
I guess I should of took a little more today, it's just too complicated, maybe it's just all in my head.
I get home and I go straight to my room, my favorite place I love to be,
Then I crawl in my bed and sleep for hours, no one really knows but me.
Because when I fall asleep, I go to my special spot, the one place where I can be free,
My favorite spot to run and hide to when life's too hard to handle and there's just nobody else but me.
It's a place where I can do anything and everything, a place to scream and a place to shout,
And a place where I can lay upon the sand and tell the stars all the problems I've been trying to talk about.
I finally wake from my nap and I don't think I'll ever get back to bed,
So I walk into the kitchen, take a couple pills, and just say they're for my head.
I start getting ready for tomorrow, even when I know it'll just be another day,
Just another day in the life, pretending like everything's okay.
I walk into my bedroom, crawl into my bed, and just lay there awake.
I close my eyes and finally start to fade, with the little pains and the usual ache.
Running away to my favorite spot where everything will be OK,
Only to wake up the next morning, I guess tomorrows just another day.
