I am petrified and can't move, awake, but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breathe and hope someone will save me this time.
And your mother's still calling you insane and high swearin' it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her, that God never blessed her insides.
And you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things, crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you loved things just because like the sick and the dying.....
And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on, and your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through, you'll fake it if you have to, and you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll better and you'll be smarter and more grown up and a better daughter or son and a real good friend
You'll be awake. You'll be alert. You'll be positive though it hurts. And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
You'll be a real good listener you'll be honest you'll be brave
You'll be handsome
and you'll be beautiful.
You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in. You're weak but not giving in to the cries and the wails of the valley below.
Your ship may be coming in. You're weak but not giving in, and you'll fight it.
You'll go out fightin all of em.
Go Blue! Be brave! Be beautiful! Beat Ohio State!