[Prozac]

well she won't leave this night alone
and she won't sleep at all
and all the sorrow that she takes out on herself
it comes around and leaves her bleeding on the floor
and she knows, yeah she knows that there's a lot of ugly things about this world

these street lights, they shine bright, as they illuminate the darkness of the pavement
they shine, as we try to write in on her arms, the love she longs to taste
and we'll find that inside, that she's a broken heart that anyone can save
it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

feeling worthless, self-destruction
try to take control of this
find a purpose, reconstruction
write it somewhere it will stick
and stars are hiding now
but there's something out there still
and she knows, yeah she knows that there's an awful lot of beauty in this world.

the stars are always there
but we miss them in the dirt and clouds
we miss them in the storms
remember hope
we have hope