Beth Crowley 2007 song lyrics

A parking deck.

At 3am,

He's on the other line.

Through fearful whispers,

He can tell that I am far from fine.

And Hoestly,

He might have saved my life that night.

The year 2007,

I began to fight.

'Cause you can't call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts.

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don't know which is worse.

Stumbling through darkness,

grasping for a shred of light.

Wrestling your deamons,

'Till you reach the other side.

Others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase.

In faitful sleep you scream I'm not supposed to feel this way.

I don't have answers,

But I made it through the rain.

And happiness is worth the temporary pain.

'Cause you can't call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts.

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don't know which is worse.

Stumbling through darkness,

grasping for a shred of light.

Wrestling your deamons,

'Till you reach the other side.

'Cause you can't call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts.

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don't know which is worse.

Stumbling through darkness,

grasping for a shred of light.

Wrestling your deamons,

'Till you reach the other side.