Better Off
It hurts
I prefer the pain
Of a cold bed, ‘stead of lyin’ games
I’m tired
N’ I’d rather be
Than tired of bein’ who I shouldn’t be
I couldn’t be
Wake up
Start again
Go out and make yourself a friend
Gets old, real fast
When you’re livin’ under clouds, already past
One touch, and I feel again
But the high ain’t worth the heroin
You come down, so fast
Now I’ve finally found the strength
To wait for love that lasts
Thank God I’m livin’ on my own
Few friends, place that I call home
Good kin, kin that’s keepin’ me strong
Was lost, livin’ in my head
Couldn’t feel, my legs were dead
Lost sleep, too hard liyin’ in bed
Finally, makin’ it my own way
Good song, gets me through the day
N’ sometimes I pray
One thing that I hold dear
Right now my conscience is clear
Couldn’t ask for more
Wake up
Start again
Go out and make yourself a friend
Gets old, real fast
When you’re livin’ under clouds, already past
© 1996 Richard March