Therea are days

When I look around,

I see other girls

Walking around

And I just break down, 

Like I can't do this any more,

And I start to wonder

if it'll ever get better.

Oh, the strange heartbreaks,

The daily strifes,

The headaches,

Of just being here and now and alive.

They told me this

Wasn't going to be an easy task...

But why is it so difficult-

That's what I ask