I can show my pain
I can shed my tears
Watch it go down the drain
While exploiting my fears

My eyes so red
My throat so tight
Wishing I was dead
The urge I fight

I emerge from my tomb
Into a dim cold room
The hot steam chased away
The depression of the day

No one will ever know
What exactly I face
While standing under the flow
Of God's given grace

I can fight the tide
I'll fail when I fly
And I still have to ride
But I can still cry