Is it?

There are many things passing by, runnin' 'round in yer mind,
They don't let up, they keep your head down all the time,
If only you could send them away, or find the words to say,
Gonna leave it all behind and get on goin', 'cause I just can't stay.

But it ain't easy is it?,
It doesn't matter where you are, you always remember, you never forget,
Half those things, half the time, make you wish you were dead,
So you pour yer hopes into a mean drink and a burning cigarette.

When all the things that could go wrong, have gone so,
And your true colours are breaking thorugh your skin, and they're starting to show,
You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
And the warmth of the sun, ain't so warm no mo',
And the cold night has suddenly gotten colder,
If I just make it through the night it'll all be better.

But it just ain't that easy, is it?
If you make it through the day, you'll still remember tomorrow,
The things that went wrong yesterday, while puffin' on a cigarette,
And hoping you can drink away the sorrow.