| A parking deck,
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| At 3am,
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| He’s on the other line,
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| Through fearful whispers,
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| He can tell that I am far from fine,
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| Honestly,
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| He might have saved my life that night,
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| The year 2007,
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| I began to fight,
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| 'Cause you can’t call a doctor,
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| And just tell him where it hurts,
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| You weigh the choice to live or die,
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| And don’t know which is worse,
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| Stumbling through darkness,
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| Grasping for a shred of light,
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| Wrestling your demons,
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| 'Till you reach the other side,
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| Others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase,
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| In fitful sleep you scream I’m not supposed to feel this way,
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| I don’t have answers,
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| But I made it through the rain,
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| And happiness is worth the temporary pain,
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| 'Cause you can’t call a doctor,
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| And just tell him where it hurts,
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| You weigh the choice to live or die,
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| And don’t know which is worse,
|
| Stumbling through darkness,
|
| Grasping for a shred of light,
|
| Wrestling your demons,
|
| '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,
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| Grasping for a shred of light,
|
| Wrestling your demons,
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| 'Till you reach the other side. |