I crawl out of bed at about eight a.m.
Open the curtains to let the light in...

You were just here
You were just holding me...

She sits there in silence
Around her the children play...

An image of perfection
Standards way to high...

What do you do when nothing's the same
You're sick of the circles and sick of the games...

I have been here when you weren't around
I am not the first that has fallen to the ground...

I was once so lost and alone
I couldn't seem to find my way home...