Some days I think I'm going to be okay
Some weeks I can walk with my head high looking at the future, determined, with strong shoulders for all they carry alone
Some nights I break, God, I splinter and I pray, I pray so hard
To be done, let me die, let me find courage
Let me find that razor and make a clean cut on each arm
God, let me let go.
I just can't do this
I can't keep coming back to this place, where it's all in perspective and it's all clear and I know I have not a soul to hold me when it all goes wrong
Not a soul to know whether I'm alive or dead
Not a soul
Wherever I look there's people and they're family and there's love and belonging and family
All I hear in my head is how you don't need me and you don't want me calling
All I ask for is reprieve, all I ask for is for it all to be over
Please make it stop
Please make it better