now i try to be assertive. i'm making plans. i want to rise to the occasion, meet all of their demands, but all i do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers. i know i should be brave but i'm just afraid of all this change. it's hard to focus through all this doubt. i keep making "to do" lists, but nothing ever gets crossed out.

now i've got to crawl to get anywhere at all. i'm not as strong as i thought. so when i'm lost in a crowd, i hope that you'll pick me out. oh, how i long to be found. the grass grew high. i laid down. now, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. i have been laying so low don't want to lay here no more.