Am I gonna be alright?
No, I`m not gonna be alright
nothin` is alright now
am i gonna see the sun come up?
or am i goin` down?
`cause everyday i`m here
all i feel is sheer
agony
Friends tellin` me
that maybe i need
some pychiatric help
yeah, they`re always so quick to tell you
just how to get on with it
I look into the mirror
and all i see is ancient fear
and agony
If i could just remember what it was like
when i was younger
oh, the joy and happiness
replaced with hunger