I may hold On the stairs By myself No one's there All alone In my head Thinking 'bout What you said And my thoughts just keep on racing About the same old situation And I'm wishing I could change it Life is what you make it One of these days, you sit And then you ask yourself What it's really all about Rise up in the morning, first thing I see People killing people on my TV screen It's hard to believe how we live these days Chasing one another like rats in the race Hectic in the city, they move so fast Focus on the future, living in the past Cant keep up the pace, feeling out of space Finger on the trigger, just in case And my thoughts just keep on racing About the same old situation And I'm wishing I could change it Life is what you make it One of these days, you sit And then you ask yourself What it's really all about Sometimes I feel like smiling (alright) Sometimes I feel like crying (inside) Sometimes I feel big and strong Sometimes I feel nothing at all Sometimes I feel like flying (away) Sometimes I feel like lying (to myself) Sometimes I don't know what to say When all the words get in the way Sometimes I feel like screaming (in my head) Sometimes I feel like dreaming (about peace) Sometimes I feel like breaking down When all I want is safe and sound One of these days, you sit And then you ask yourself What it's really all about (you are not the only one)