One day I'll be fine, the next day I'll be cryin, it's like these people are all blind, they can't read what's on my mind.
My life has not been easy, hate asking for help, don't want to feel needy.
I wake up every day in my prayers I will say, God please take this all away, I really don't want it to stay.
When I go to bed at night, alone in my head I will fight about what is wrong and what is right.
I wake up in cold sweats, not knowing what is next, but when I really think about it, there is no doubt I have been blessed.