In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, November 25, 2019
it's too hard
it's too hard
and I don't know what I can do
once again
I'm the victim of bad news
every day's a fuck-up
every question starts with why
I wake up every morning
afraid to be alive
it's too hard
I am pleading for my life
every day's another day
of trying to survive
every day's a fuck-up
something else to far
I wake up every morning
saying get me out of here
it's too hard
someone help me please
I don't know what I've done
to deserve this disease
every day's a fuck-up
with each step that I take
I'm on my knees and praying
dear Lord, give me a break
it's too hard
mistakes were made
I've exploded all my hopes and dreams
with a hand grenade
every day's a fuck-up
every question starts with why
I wake up every morning
afraid to be alive
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