It´s getting harder and harder to live with myself
The things I do
I´m getting weaker in mental and physical health
The things I do

And no one´s coming to save me now
It´s me that has to change somehow
I´m one night out away from the therapist´s couch
Ouch!

I´m sinking lower and lower in my friends´ eyes
The things I do
And I´ve turned into somebody I despise
The things I do

And my standards are slipping day by day
I´ll sleep with anyone who gets in my way
I´m one bad hand away from a losing game
Shame!

Should I be thinking about myself at a time like
this?
I´m not sure
I´m never happy but at least I get some peace
In this war
But I could use more

And no one´s coming to save the day
I´ll have my fun and then I´ll pay
I´m one night out away from an early grave
And I need to be Saved