I don't know how I got up this morning
How I kept my eyes forced opened
Everyday it seems to get harder
I ask why
But I never find the answer

Why is it so hard for me to get up and live?
Is it because I forgot my dreams?
Do I wish to find them again when I sleep?
And relive them again and again
Creating new endings and possibilities

Have my eyes grown tired of watching the world day by day?
Has my schedule of everyday life become boring to my heart?
Is that why I can only take so much old that I want something new?

Have I lost all faith in me?
Is that the reason that I sleep
So that just maybe I could not see
The way I seem to ruin everything

Is my heart just way to weary?
Has it heard way to much?
Dose it remember my mothers words?
Worthless, useless, and dumb?

Why is it that I cannot wake?