Woorden: We Still Dream. Too Many Endings, Barely Beginnings.

Take me, save me,
I'm waiting for the rescue.
I've reached rock bottom and I wanna taste the sky.

Feels like my words are never good enough,
and when they are no one's listening.
I feel so low, where do I go?
Where do I go?

AND HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT,
WONDERING WHY YOU GRIP SO TIGHT
TO THE PILLOWS,
AS THE TEARS FLOW.
[x2]

The loneliness just seems to settle,
it makes it's space,
and it takes it's place.
How could this have ever have happened to me?

I feel so single, solo, and solitary,
My emotions vary and it gets scary.
I'm callin' out, would someone answer?
would someone answer?

AND HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT,
WONDERING WHY YOU GRIP SO TIGHT
TO THE PILLOWS,
AS THE TEARS FLOW.
[x2]

All the thoughts, they run like track stars,
a collection of my mistakes,
and dear God I need a break,
I need a break.

WELL HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP?
AND HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP?
AND HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF,
CRIED YOURSELF,
CRIED YOURSELF,
AND HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF,
CRIED YOURSELF,
TO SLEEP?