Wet eyes, Damp cheeks, My inner self growing weak.
Give me the strength, hold out your hand
Show me I am capable to stand.
Broken Spirit, drained soul
Give me something to fill this hole.
It's getting bigger, eating me away
I didn't invite it but its here to stay.
In an assured tone I'm desperately screaming
You only hear my words and not the meaning
To the bridge or the station, it's becoming more appealing
Maybe then you would see what I'm feeling.