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I wrote this song so my friends would understand where I am at. |
| She takes a hit Cigarettes on her breath Can't seem to pull herself out of this mess Life's got her stressed, trying to do her best But her best isn't good enough for all the rest She tries to lean upon His chest But it just feels like the bird's left the nest So she goes on to the one after the next Not realizing only He can give her rest (chorus) So she cries out Lying on her bed at night And she screams out There's gotta be more to life Another day gone So far from home She dials a number but hangs up the phone Now she's all alone Searching through the dorm Trying to find a god of some form Her life is in pieces not in the norm Home isn't here the word is forlorn So she stretches out and reaches for His arm Everyone's asleep she begins to weep And in silence He hears her suffering |