Good Days/Bad Days

I wake up in the morning, and I can usually tell
Is it gonna be pleasant or will it be hell?
I'm never alone except in my mind
But sometimes it so hard to find

Someone to share it with, to help me make sense
Of all this madness I find to be too intense
The things that I can't fix or mend
The things that I know I have to end

Before they kill me, before they do me in
I'm not ever worried about the sin
But the time I spend to make it real
Is time I've wasted trying to feel

Something other than nothing, anything at all
A sharp pain in my knees and elbows if I fall
Yet there is no feeling there
There's no feeling anywhere

It hurts too much to feel
It hurts too much to know
It hurts too much to want
It hurts too much... so...