sometimes it's so hard to wake up,
leave your dreams, to a scene where you want to throw up.
you try to ignore all the grim and the grime,
you work, and you waste, & you rush & loose time.

sometimes it's hard to be happy,
when your boss is a **** , & your salaries ******.
and you get no time to rewind or slow down,
there are bills you should pay, but you wanna leave town.

sometimes it's hard to breathe,
all the hate and the lies, it's so hard to conceive.
doesn't anyone care there are children who cry,
they need food, they need love, but we sit as they die.

sometimes it's hard to feel sane,
when spend your whole day doing things that you hate.
you cheat, & you lie, & you steal, & you cuss,
you question & judge, you don't know how to trust.

i don't know what is real..
every time i wake up, it just feels so surreal.
what am i looking to find..
just a little peace of mind,
i'm in search of the sublime.

sometimes it's hard to let go,
of the things that you love, of the love that you know.
when you get torn apart, when your down on your knees,
its so hard to find hope, to find joy, to find peace

sometimes it's hard to ignore,
all the pain, & the death, & the hate in the world.
you turn on your tv, and its all the you see,
you wish you could help, but you cant so you weep.

sometimes its hard to feel safe,
when you sitting at home and then soldiers invade.
or your trying to fight for your right to be free,
but the cops throw you down, cause they're running the streets.

sometimes it's hard to escape,
when you got no money, and you got no plane.
so you try to do drugs, so you don't have to deal,
with the fact that your trapped, and don't know how to feel.

i don't know what is real...
every time i wake up, it just feels so surreal.
what am i looking to find...
just a little peace of mind,
i'm in search of the sublime.