Monday morning:
try to drag myself to school again.
Tuesday, same thing:
strap the happy mask on and pretend
in front of my friends.
Wednesday’s worse yet:
I hate the way I look and so does she
by Friday evening
I could hurt somebody, even me.
Out of the depths I’m crying
and God, you better be hearing me scream
Are you sleeping at the switch or just not trying?
‘cause my life is like some twisted dream.
Won’t you send me an angel, or just someone who cares?
I don’t know how much longer
I can keep coming up for air.
In my bedroom:
all the lights off, and the music loud.
One more weekend
got the brush-off by the happening crowd
(and aren’t they proud).
I know you’re busy
making sure the universe runs right,
but right about now
I could use someone to get me through the night.
Out of the depths I’m crying
and God, you better be hearing me scream
Are you sleeping at the switch or just not trying?
‘cause my life is like some twisted dream.
Won’t you send me an angel, or just someone who cares?
I don’t know how much longer
I can keep coming up for air.
I could just end it all, but who would keep you up at night?
You’re gonna hear me, even if I have to use this prayer to pick a fight.
Out of the depths I’m crying
and God, you better be hearing me scream.
It’s so hard to believe, but still I’m trying,
so don’t just make fool of me.
Won’t you send me an angel, or just someone who cares?
I don’t need easy answers
I just need to know you’re there
just need you with me everywhere.
I just need to know you’re there
just need you with me everywhere.
©Hand and Soil Music