I want it to be all Right.
Every night I sit and fight the urge
The urge to fight myself
Caged inside my mind I wonder
what I can do to break out,
just to see the light of day.
When I hit the surface
it is raining.
Trapped in the rain wet and miserable,
I find it is better in my mind.
It is too late...
I cannot move on, no easy way out
I see what happens with the cheep tricks out,
if I fail, I loose more.
If I succeed I gain everything
To loose the pain, and move on
To triumph over my animal instincts
Is more than I can think
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