every morning I wake up

every morning I wake up

and I don't want to get out of bed

every morning I wake up

pull the pillows over my head

I don't want to face the day

lots of danger out there for me

people arguing about this and that

why can't they just let it be

every morning I wake up

and I'm on my own

every morning I wake up

and I want to stay home

every morning I get up

and I feel like I can't win

every morning I get up

I'm depressed once again

where I'm going, I do not know

what I know is that I'm not okay

living appears to be harder

when you're like this everyday

every morning I wake up

and I just want to sleep

every morning I wake up

the blues are mine to keep