Each day I wake with a feeling of pride.  
I’ve made a recovery, have healed my mind.
Learned to appreciate the world so wide,
Do my washing, make my bed, fall in line.
I even go for daily walks to clear my head,
For when the man in the shadows spits out death threats,
To escape what is and discover what could be,
If I just power through with my recovery.

But I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know how to live,
I went diving head first without knowing how to swim.
My family waits, smiles fixed, but eyes tired,
Clapping for any little thing, weighed down by wishful pride.
I just have to raise the alarm, make some kind of sound,
But falling is fine until you hit the ground.