A parking deck.
At 3am,
He's on the other line.
Through fearful whispers,
He can tell that I am far from fine.
And Hoestly,
He might have saved my life that night.
The year 2007,
I began to fight.
'Cause you can't call a doctor,
And just tell him where it hurts.
You weigh the choice to live or die,
And don't know which is worse.
Stumbling through darkness,
grasping for a shred of light.
Wrestling your deamons,
'Till you reach the other side.
Others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase.
In faitful sleep you scream I'm not supposed to feel this way.
I don't have answers,
But I made it through the rain.
And happiness is worth the temporary pain.
'Cause you can't call a doctor,
And just tell him where it hurts.
You weigh the choice to live or die,
And don't know which is worse.
Stumbling through darkness,
grasping for a shred of light.
Wrestling your deamons,
'Till you reach the other side.
'Cause you can't call a doctor,
And just tell him where it hurts.
You weigh the choice to live or die,
And don't know which is worse.
Stumbling through darkness,
grasping for a shred of light.
Wrestling your deamons,
'Till you reach the other side.
