The Everyday Struggle

I live another day I look and I laugh I live another day What choice do I have? I get home at night And I'm forced to see No matter how hard I fight I know what I'll never be I wake up in one piece I get home torn apart This is way worse than a crease It's killing my heart No patch job can save me No repair work is enough Survival is no guarantee Because my exterior is shaky and my foundation is rough I'm tired of falling And I'm tired of getting up I'm tired of calling And people never picking up