There will be mornings
You'll be utterly defeated by your laces
Days when every look looks condescending
Empty smiles and empty faces
The same old places
This stunning stasis
Just let your spirits slip away
Let all your troubles crumble and decay
There's more than one way out
If at the end of the day
You're at the end of your rope
Never give up hope
Never let yourself be defeated
If you tried it once, you can try again
A new day will follow
There's always tomorrow
Never listen to the unbelievers
You'll take your falls
You'll hit your walls
Don't give into sorrow
An everlasting farcical disaster
You play your part
You march the march
You don't complain
You find a way
Another day surrounded by a cast of half-wit bastards
Grinning masks amidst the gray
And yet you stay sane
And through the pain
The frozen pane of glass