Figures in Fiction - Restless Lyrics

I thought I still had passion for life
But now I wonder if anything's worth it
I slept through my alarm again
Should I still get up or just sink back into bed?

Does anyone still count on me for anything?
Can I even trust myself to keep on going?

Every time I tell myself I'm sick of the same things
I go back home and do them all again
I sink into my habits further than my eyes into my head
The bags underneath them can't fit any rest

The Prozac I tried just made me want to die instead of helping me through life
All my friends just get high and disappear in a cloud of smoke
And I still feel like I need to fight this on my own

One day I can smile and call this life my own