Staring through halfway- open eyes- Fantasies of my own demise- Always
on the outskirts of my mind- Never knowing why- Pushing away because
away is all I know- and the pleasure is outweighed by the pain- And no
matter how much we grow- I'm always struggling to change- And everyday
it's like a game- Will I make it through?- I've been down to the bottom-
Bashed my head o the top- I've seen it's effect on you- Everyday- it's
like a game- Will I make it through?- I'm waiting for the sun- Basking
in the storm- Will I make it through?- Constantly hanging by a thread-
wanting nothing more than dead- Have you ever felt this way?- Push you
away because the wall keeps me safe- from a world that stigmatizes me-
and constantly slaps me in the face- Have you ever felt this way?-
Everyday- is like a game- Will I make it through?- A daily pill to
balance me out- Is that not punk enough for you?- Everyday is the same-
Trying to resist despair- To those of you that feel the same- Please know
I'm here and that I care- You are not alone.