2007

a parking deck, at 3am, he's on the other line, through fearful whispers, he can tell that i am far from fine, honestly, 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 demons, 'till you reach the other side, others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase, in fitful 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 demons, '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 demons, 'till you reach the other side.