Maybe (Next to Normal)

Diana:
Maybe I’ve lost it at last.
Maybe my last lucid moment has passed.
I’m dancing with death, I supposed…
But really—who knows?
Could be I’m crazy to go—
They say you should stay
With the devil you know.
But when life needs a change,
And the one devil won’t,
You fly to the devil you don’t.
Maybe I’m tired of the game—
Of coming up short, of the rules,
Of the shame.
And maybe you feel that way, too…
I see me in you.
A girl full of anger and hope.
A girl with a mother who just
Couldn’t cope…
A girl who felt caught,
And thought no one could see—
But maybe one day she’ll be free.
Natalie:
It’s so lovely that you’re sharing.
No, really, I’m all ears.
But where has all this caring been
For sixteen years?
For all those years I prayed that
You’d go away for good—
Half the time afraid that
You really would.
When I thought you
Might be dying—
I cried for all
We’d never be.
But there’ll be
No more crying… Diana:
Not for me. Things will get better, you’ll see.
Not for me… You’ll see…
Not for me… You’ll see…
Not for me… You’ll see…
Not for me… You’ll see…
Diana:
Maybe we can’t be okay,
But maybe we’re tough,
And we’ll try anyway.
We’ll live with what’s real.
Let go of what’s past,
And maybe I’ll see you at last.
We tried to give you a normal life. I realize now I have no
clue what that is.
Natalie:
I don’t need a life that’s normal—
That’s way too far away,
But something… next to normal
Would be okay.
Yeah, something next to normal—
That’s the thing I’d like to try.
Close enough to normal
To get by…
Diana:
We’ll get by.
Natalie:
We’ll get by.