Chances are...
Your balancing your checkbook
And you hate the way it feels
When your funds are running low
And you haven't payed your bills

Chances are...
Your sitting all alone
With a broken heart
Because someone said "I Love You"
Then tore your world apart

Chances are...
Your angry at a family member
For what they did or said
And the terrible way they treat you
Keeps running through your head

Chances are...
Your kneeling in a church
With your fingers clutched together
While a friend lies in the hospital
You pray that they'll get better

Chances are...
Your looking at a picture
As tears pour from your eyes
Because a loved one past away
And it took you by surprise

Chances are...
You woke up in the morning
Feeling so depressed
With no reason to get showered
Or a purpose to get dressed

Chances are...
Your contiplating suicide
Each and every day
You have nothing left to live for
and no reason you should stay

Chances are...
If you read all that I've written
Chances are that you will see
There's a chance it's not about you
It's my own biography.