When I woke up today, life didn't feel so heavy
I can breathe, and I feel happy.
I started to gain hope that
everything is going to be okay.
It got easier to make it through the days.
Weeks go by and I think I'm better,
but all of the sudden I feel under the weather.
I thought I found a way out,
but things are starting to fall apart now
There's never a reason why,
I guess happiness is a trap.
As there always seems to be another relapse...