I wake up to morning
day after day
unhappy and sad, again and again

I want to cry
I want to die
My only option is to fly....

So what do I do
when I've lost all hope
turn to the bottle,
turn to dope?

I sit on my balcony, ten stories high
it's a beautiful day
why do I cry?

I cannot run
I cannot hide
I'm stuck with me
left with no pride...

I can't mask my sadness
I can't stop the pain
I really don't want to go through this again

My friends surround me, they do have names
Jack Daniels, Jim Beam...
They are always ready, to play my games

I sit with my friends, as they comfort me
the sadness floats away
so does me...

I can no longer reason
what's right and what's wrong
my friends have mislead me
so goes the song

I continue to drink, till I believe I can fly
one foot off the balcony,
I bid my friends a goodbye…