Get Through

With a stutter, I'll be talking

No with my sickness

I'll get through somehow

You won't, no you won't, hey

With a fever, I'll put up a fight

With my temper

Can't get through tonight

And you won't, no you won't

I am sick of me and all my...If I had you, where would I be?

If I was real, could I be free?

If I was real, could I be free?

If I had you, where would I be?This situation, grown a little now

I'm pushing forward

With a stupid scowl

And you won't, no you won't

I've grown my hair a little longer

Now I've made

A fool out of myself somehow

And you won't, no you won't

I am over this, I am overDown on me, down on me

You won't look down on me

Down on me, down on me

You won't look down on me

Go ahead and let me be me

Change this head

And watch me, watch me