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