Knees bent and eyes closed I'm ready for this next load Head up and shoulders straight mask on, fresh tears await I just need to stand up tall
This load is so much heavier and my knees are getting wobblier Everyday, like a draft on tap a new stress pours into my lap I'm trying to stand up tall
I'm tired, this is way to hard I don't like my lifes card Surely I've been dealt the wrong hand I just want to, once again stand But this time, I think im going to fall