when i'm down, on the ground, rolling around,
trying to catch my breath,
i start to see, i mean, really see, the real me,
and it makes me laugh.
i don't know why, i laugh, and not cry, as if my lie,
makes it all better,
i know, wherever i go, high or low,
the clouds will gather.
i deal, with how i feel, by taking a pill,
with my morning meal,
it cheers me up, just enough, to deal with stuff,
and keeps things real.
i'm not bitter, and i'm no quitter, but sooner or later,
something has to give,
i've got to find, some peace of mind, and someone kind,
who cares if i live,
or die.
nice try.
goodbye
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