Yesterday I was okay,
And now I'm bitter and lonely.

I went to sleep and had strange dreams
And then I couldn't be happy.

Every weekend it's the same pattern
Of depression and anxiety.

No time for reading or for play
I break down or work on.

I want to work though
And do a good job;
I don't know what's the problem.

Because every weekend
I fall and fall,
Until I reach the bottom.

I just want to be alone
While I'm so full of hate.
But I just can't
When there's work to be done.

And then I pay the price.

I get angry over simple things
That I just can't seem to block out.

I pay the price and it frustrates me,
Everything does about it.

It's not my fault
That I can't block it out.
Heaven knows I've tried.

But it's no one's fault
That they do their usual,
And I feel like screaming inside.

So as I said
I pay the price
For all my frustration
And I fall.

I fall and fall
And fall and fall.
And then somehow I get up.