I've spent all night lying here counting sheep.
And I haven't slept in what feels like five ******* weeks.
I'm trying my best to accept that I have lost control.
And I've been staring from the bottom of this bottle for far too long.

I can feel my heart trying to beat right out of my chest.
I swear I've done this all before but I still can't seem to rest.
And I'm trying so **** hard to see just how you feel about me now...
Yeah, how do you feel about me now?

From time-to-time I struggle to find
the "glimpse of hope"
that we all need.

That single moment of serendipity.

But all of my struggles and all of my pain seem so worth it
by the end of every day.

Because my loved ones pick me up whenever I take a fall.
     And until the day I die
they'll have my back through it all.