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She wakes every morning with a tightness in her chest
Sits up to breathe freely, then lies back down again
Opens a book and tries to read
But all the ink on the pages start to bleed
She resorts to a second source
Watching the window like it was a movie screen
She knows she should get up but she just can't move
Seems like she's always searching for a reason to
No, she's not paranoid, she's just fine
Just shaking a little bit all of the time
Chorus:
And she says, "What if I can't do this?"
She sleeps with her hand around a knife
She says "What the hell am I doing here?"
Maybe they were right all the time
She digs for the toy in the cereal box
Throws the spoon across the room, hits the floor and spins the top
She laughs at the irony; circles spinning into infinity
Just like her mind she knows it won't stop
Chorus:
And she says, "What if I can't do this?"
She sleeps with her hand around a knife
She says "What the hell am I doing here?"
Maybe they were right all the time
And this is what happens when lithium is low
Every psychiatrist has told her so
But she's bound and determined to make them all eat crow
She's bound and determined to fight this beast alone
Chorus:
And she says, "What if I can't do this?"
She sleeps with her hand around a knife
She says "What the hell am I doing here?"
Maybe they were right all the time
Words and Music by Katie Miller, 1999
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