Every night I make myself alright
Then in the morning you **** me dry
How much longer will I have to bear it
I can feel the strength drain from me
Sometimes I even shock myself
Seeing how I keep standing up
But I know that my back is bending slowly
Then there are days when I fight it
and stand a bitt taller than the day before
But I guess it's a special feast for you
Cause the next day I fall even harder and
I can't stand to even half my height