Some

Some are fathers, some are fucked
Some are happy, some get hurt
Some have children, getting married
Some of them fresh out of luck
Some have everything planned out
Some will live a life devoted to
The crushing sense of doubt
That they've only just afforded

And these children getting married
They are only getting started
There's a crime, it's systematic
Hide their worries in the attic
The life they live is real
There's no better way to feel
That everything's under control
Chocolates and smiles take their toll

I'm not well, I'm struggling to cope
But who in their right mind, would want to cope?
Who would want to cope?
I'm not well, I'm struggling to cope
But who in their right mind, would want to cope?

Some fill their faces with distractions
Suffer in reality
But you're never safe and sound
When you're lying through your teeth
About the truth that you can't run from
You're spying on the window
Where you tell yourself, "It's fine, this happens all the time"

Some are sighing in the shower
Only place that you can cower
Now, it's time to make the day
But after sleeping with the lights on
Doesn't matter either way
If you're really there at all
And you're not allowed to say
That you're not coping with it all

But life flies by, in the twinkle of an eye
So hurry me, hurry me
And make me think of something better
So hurry me, hurry me
And make me think of something better
And there's nothing you can do
But accept there's fucking hell
Now, you're not feeling very well

But life flies by, in the twinkle of an eye
So hurry me, hurry me
And make me think of something better