Better Off ©1996 Richard March It hurts I prefer the pain Of a cold bed, ‘stead of lyin’ games I’m tired N’ I’d rather be Than tired of bein’ who I shouldn’t be I couldn’t be Wake up Start again Go out and make yourself a friend Gets old, real fast When you’re livin’ under clouds, already past One touch, and I feel again But the high ain’t worth the heroin You come down, so fast Now I’ve finally found the strength To wait for love that lasts Thank God I’m livin’ on my own Few friends, place that I call home Good kin, kin that’s keepin’ me strong Was lost, livin’ in my head Couldn’t feel, my legs were dead Lost sleep, too hard lyin’ in bed Finally, makin’ it my own way Good song, gets me through the day N’ sometimes I pray One thing that I hold dear Right now my conscience is clear Couldn’t ask for more Wake up Start again Go out and make yourself a friend Gets old, real fast When you’re livin’ under clouds, already past.