• crying wake up here i go slame it all down my throat stomach so full i wish i could choke.7 a.m. my head is all ready in a spin.as soon as i'm out that door BAM! it hits me like a tone of those red bricks can't get myself out of ths highest ditch this madness. i swear sometimes i can't tell which way is up and which way is down it's all up in my face i need to push it away so all i can hear is a simple song. crying