BOOTSTRAPS

Every morning I wake up to depression

What am I to do?

My mind is like a cesspool

It pulls me like an anchor

How can I see it through?

I assume the depression and make no concessions

I`m out on a limb hovering over an ocean

I`m afraid that I`m a goner, an emotional bomber

I`m about to commit hari kari

What am I to do?

Pull me by the bootstraps, pull me up

Pull me up by my bootstraps and don`t let go

Pull me by the bootstraps, pull me up

Pull me up by my bootstraps

I`m the creator of this show

It`s me who paints this picture

It`s me who writes the script

I design what`s on my mind

Responsibility`s a bitch

Can I create it simply

Can I create it clean

Rely on my own effort

I`m the dreamer of this dream

She lured me into her snare

The web of my own projection snagged me

Now I must meet my own stare

Before I fall into insanity,

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