Today she wakes up and makes up her own mind Today the morning's gonna be fine Says to herself, ‘need to remember what it feels to be me' This control she wants to claim as her own She feels so good now she's alone It feels so good to feel, but the sheets are still made outta steel To think about more than herself is unreal Correction of the infection, the deception she can't find her own Today, tomorrow we hope the feeling follows Never could tell, still don't know how to spell Normal is a strain, to make it through the day is her drive Can it add up? On again off again, come down here again Pick me up, pick me up She's numb again, her stimulation is her best friend She wants 3-d Early in the a.m. she saves herself once again She waits ‘til it gets light out so she can begin The newspaper arrives, the documentation of another day justifies another day