My Soft cry for help,
Lord please let my voice rise from this weakness.
I want to be heard,
I want a life worth living for.
Please don't let my love for myself run short,
Because i need the love from myself that i can't find in
Stop this devil in my head,
Give me wings, Lord, wings to help me follow through,
Because I've spend most of my life,
Alone, hiding under the covers in my bed.
Is to find the strength to leave this boy,
Who the devil disguised as an angel,
Is to live life without leaning on his shoulder,
Because he's got it in my head that I can't do any better,
And if i hold on much longer,
...I'm bound to fall...
My last request,
Is not to help me,
But help the people who think destroying someone's life is ok,
The people who think it's fun to see people hurt,
Because they need someone to pray for them just as everyone