Am I gonna be all right?
No I'm not gonna be all right
Nothing is all right now
Am I gonna see the sun come up?
Or am I going down?
'cause every day I'm here
All I feel is sheer
Agony
Friends tellin' me that maybe I need
Some psychiatric help
Yeah they're always so quick to tell you
Just how to get on with it
But I look into the mirror
And all I see is age, fear
And agony
If I could just remember what it was like
When I was younger
Before all the joy and happiness
Was replaced with hunger
Now all I've got to show for the seeds that didn't grow
Is agony