why do i wake up in the morningnwhen all i see is heartache is comingnso i cry againnni'm 15 and i hit rock bottomnand i can't seem to write a songnthat isn't about younlook what you donlook what you donnand i'm empty insidencuz you took whatever was left of my pridenand now when i'm alonenall i do is crynall i do is crynnwhy do i go to bed in the first placenits not like i have to wake up to be somewherenand i dont carennand now i'm empty insidencuz you took whatever was left of my pridenand now when i'm alonenall i do is crynand now when i'm alonenall i do is crynnand i have seen the stars abovenlike they never have lovednso now i point them out to youni don't know what good it will do