My life is a constant entrapment of tunnels
Which tangle and wind and beguile
And regardless of where I may tumble or funnel
I wonder what’s really worthwhile

Sometimes it can seem like a nightmarish dream
And I’m falling with nothing to hold
Sometimes I get flustered and beaten and blistered
Abandoned outside in the cold

But all of my friends
Help me go
And all of my friends
Let me know
That it's all in my head
There's no room to be blue
Everything will be fine
I'll be making it through

It’s hard to be charming and smart and disarming
It’s hard to keep up with the rest
It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations
It’s hard to pretend you’re the best

But all, all of my friends
Help me go
And all of my friends
Let me know
That it's all in my head
There's no room to be blue
Everything will be fine
I'll be making it through

How do you feel?
You’ve been concealing your worries from the world
But you can reveal them to me

We might assist, if we'd really exist
But you're all in my head
There's no room left for you
Everything will be fine
I'll be making it through