Get up Today is never gonna turn out exactly how you want Hold yourself, there's no one else And you know when the sun dies None of this will matter half as much as you thought Learn a little self love Cause you're not half as bad as you thought Nobody gets exactly what they want What do you want
You are gonna grow old Your head might hurt just a little bit more So take a bit of Calpol Eventually your arms won't feel so sore You're staring at your shoes again It won't be long til these have holes in them too From dragging your heels when Your knees are too weak to elevate your thoughts