The hand that clenches my throat
Makes it hard for me to breath.
The rivers that run down my face
Makes it hard for me to see.

And no one understands
What it's like to not have faith
To believe that not everything
Happens for a good reason,
Or that tomorrow might not be
Better than today.

So I say when I wake up:
Gotta dry those tears,
Gotta put that smile on,
Need to strengthen my shell,
And build my walls.

I have gotta start living for today;
You cannot live for tomorrow.
'Cause tomorrow will never come;
It will always be today.