Every morning waking up,
with a cloud above my head.
Rain that might fall instantly
or never better yet.

Even when I wake up happy,
something makes my smile disappear.
I try to face the whole damn day
but inside me is a growing fear.

And when I come home at night,
my day has sufficiantly been ruined.
I don 't feel like working
and there's so much I should be doing.

Every night when I close my eyes,
I'm glad I survived the day.
My temper isn' t better,
but at least I still can feel that way.

When my head touches the pillow,
I think about things that were said and done. And it only makes me more unhappy,
cause chances and opportunities are gone.