I pray to the sky, hoping you someone can hear me.
I pray to the night, for my soul to leave.
I've fallen from grace,
hit my face,felt a deep pain.
Cried behind walls and drowned in the rain.
I dream of a place far far away.
My doctor keeps writing prescriptions for my mind,
but I still can't sleep at night.
I'm not fine, it's not alright.
Each pill I take, I lose time.
I have meds for all of my emotions,
but how do you cure being lonely?
I just need someone to give me a call,
someone to show me that they care after all.
I just want a set of wings so I can never fall.
Why does this feel wrong?
Is it my fault?
I didn't ask for this life!
Is this the plan? Or is this because of my mistakes?
I pray to the sky, hoping someone can hear me.
I pray to the sun, and hope that it shines just a little more.
We're all at war,
for skin, for gods, for words and for what we believe.
It's not just me.
It's crazy.
We're all depressed, trying our best.
I feel my heart beating, fighting its way out of my chest.
So intoxicated, I don't know what I'm taking .
Is it all in my head?
Fuck, it's such a mess.
