Don't know if I can withstand nAnother night of this hell living in my headnYou say there's something you can do that will helpnHow can you help me when I can't even help myself? nnSometimes it gets so bad that I can't even stand up straight nI've got to drop what I'm doing and walk all the way back homenThese spinning faces that I cross when I'm tripping up and down the streetnMake me realize I never should've left my room at allnnAnd it gets so that I wish I had some place that I could go