I Miss the Mountains Rewrite

This is a rewrite of I Miss the Mountains from the Broadway Musical Next to Normal. This musical is all about mental health so I had to rewrite a song for this blog. This rewrite describes the ups and downs of going through a mental illness. The original song is sung by a lady who is bipolar. However I have modified it to explain my experience with anxiety and my own mental illness. Please share it if you enjoyed.

Here’s the original if you would like to hear it https://youtu.be/Rt09n4O-OrE

There was a time when I flew higher
Was a time that mountians gave me peace, I could see
Now I see me, scared and broken
Now it seems that they have changed I’m scared
I’m nowhere

All these sad and anxious months
Seems they’ve sapped up all my strenghth
I’m no longer free or fast
Feels my happy days are past

But I miss my mountains
I miss the peaceful heights
All the fun and happy days
And the peaceful quiet nights
What are these mountains?
I hate the new highs and lows
All the climbing all the falling
All the rest I had is now gone
I’m being stung with snow
And being soaked with rain
I liked the peace
I hate this pain

Mountains make me crazy
They were safe and sound
My mind is somewhere hazy
My feet aren’t on the ground
I was in the mountains there And on an even keel
Everything was perfect
Nothing’s real
Nothing’s real

And I miss my mountains
I miss my safe climb
Mountains are now very unsafe
I liked spending all my time
Where the air is clear and comforts your life
I miss my mountains
I miss my mountains
I miss my life
I miss my life

Falling Slowly Rewrite 

This is a rewrite of Falling Slowly from the Broadway musical Once. This was inspired by anxiety in general and the feelings of just wanting to get better.

I don’t know this
And I don’t want it
Anymore at all
Words fall through me
They always fool me
And I overreact
And plans that never amount
When they had been thought through
Will always disappoint

I’m a sinking boat please point me home
While there’s still time
Raise a hopeful voice that there’s a chance
I’ll make it out

Falling slowly I’m so lonely
And I can’t go back
Moods just take me and erase me
And my mind attacks
Have I suffered enough?
If I’m at war with myself
How can I ever win?

I’m a sinking boat please point me home
Is there still time?
Lend a hopeful voice do I have a choice
To make it out

Falling slowly but if you catch me
I can be okay

Evermore Rewrite

Here I rewrote Evermore from the Beauty and the Beast live action movie. Originally written by Alan Menken and Tim Rice and performed on the movie by Dan Stevens.

This was inspired by the ups and downs of dealing with anxiety and the dilemma of getting help.

Some days I feel I have it all
Like I’m the master of my fate
And that maybe this thing will soon be gone
I learned the truth too late
I’ll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes and it’s still there
Nothing can heal this melancholy heart
It’s more than I can bear

Now I know this’ll never leave me
Even if I run away
It will still torment me
Tease me, hurt me
Move me come what may
Wasting in my lonely bedroom
Waiting for someone to care
I’ll fool myself and think I’m fine
But this’ll be here for evermore

I rage against the trials of love
I curse the passing of the time
Help seems to fly so far beyond my reach
It’s never out of sight

But I know this’ll never leave me
But help never fades from view
Can anyone inspire me
Be a part of anything I do?
To stop wasting alone in my room
And wait by an open door
I’ll fool myself I’ll think it’s gone
And as the long long day begins
With help I wonder what I will be
Do I wait here for evermore?

She Used to Be Mine Rewrite

This is the first song I ever wrote to deal with my anxiety. This is based off She Used to be mine from the Broadway Musical Waitress. Originally written by Sara Barielles and performed in the Original Broadway Cast by Jessie Mueller and other since then.

Here’s a video of the original if you want to listen to it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KeSzeGikNc

This was inspired by how much I’ve changed because of my anxiety. Some days I really don’t recognize what I have become because of it.

It’s not simple to say
That most days I don’t recognize me
That these thoughts and this aching
This place and the faking
Has taken more than it’s given
It’s not easy to know
I’m not anything like I used to be although it’s true
I was never attention’s sweet centre
I still remember that boy

He’s imperfect but he tries
He is good but he lies
He is hard on himself
He is broken and won’t ask for help
He is messy but he’s kind
He is lonely most of the time
He is all of this messed up and shamed at what he’s become
He is gone but he used to be mine

It’s not what I asked for
This illness- it slipped in through a back door
And carves out some fears and makes me believe they’re all true
And now everything I rue
This disease I didn’t ask for
If I’m honest I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the boy that I knew

Who is timid just enough
Who gets hurt and needs to learn how to toughen up
When he is bruised and gets used by an illness that’s tough
And then he’ll get stuck
And scared of the life planned out for him
Growing scarier each day til it finally reminds him
To fight just a little and bring back the fire in his eyes
That’s been gone but used to be mine

He’s hurting he says he’s fine
He is lonely most of the time
He is all of this messed and and shamed at what he’s become
He is gone but used to be mine