A year ago today I said I couldn't make it
through - another year,
to make it to 22.

And now that I am here another year in
what have I got to loose?
Nothing except -
another year just a tad more blue.

I'm always trapped in my head,
laying alone in my bed.

I want to see the brighter things
through - I did it
so far, I've made it to 22!

As uneasy as this may be I swear to you
I will make it to 23
so I can see the world through -
and maybe with someone new.