You can make your life great-
or you can make your life bad.
You can make yourself happy-
or you can make yourself sad.
And I know you've heard it before, but it's so very true.
The choices you make,
make you.

It's not about how hard you hit,
It's about how much you can take.
It's not about the problems you can avoid,
It's about the ones you break.
It's not about where you're going,
it's about the way.
It's not about tomorrow,
It's about today.

It's okay if you have to cry
It's okay if you fall
It's okay if they walk right by
It's okay if you feel small.

Even the best ones fall sometimes
Not every star can shine
Not every mountains one to climb.
Even the best ones drop
Everybody flops
It's okay if you need to stop
Even the best ones trip
Stiffen that upper lip
'Cause we're all shipwrecked
And that's something to respect.

Slowly scratching at my skull
Like claws on a cat
Like a spoon on a bowl
I'm trying; but I don't know how much longer I can take this pain.

Will this dark tunnel ever end?
Will I ever see the light again?
The monsters are relentless-
Sleep isn't even an option.

Slowly scratching at my skull
like nails on a chalkboard
Like a fork on a plate
I'm trying; but I don't know how much longer I can take this pain.

It's gotten so dark- i can't see!
And of the light; I have no memory!
The monsters have gotten to deep.

Slowly scratching at my skull
Like a needle on metal
Like a chair on the floor.

I'm gone
Nothing more.
Nothing more than the dark
The monsters have took me away, oh so far.

Slowly scratching at my skull...