I
Another morning just like yesterday
And you are openning your eyes
The breath - the first one taken in today -
It's making you realize

II
You're getting up, you're flinging your shirt on
And [bad word] outside
That shirt - it has a knife inside its sleeve
And it's got blood upon it. Right.

III
You're climbing up the highest hill in town.
Of course - it's got the gorgeous view.
Go on and stab that blade into your flesh
Let's just break something down for you:
 [bad word] 

What does it change? 
It only shows that you are giving up!
yellow sticky note inside your flat, inside your head.
You came this far, you can't give up!

Get Up!