tell me that its gonna be okay. tell me that youll help me find my way. tell me you can see the light of dawn is breaking. tell me that its gonna be allright. tell me that youll help me fight this fight. tell me that you wont leave me alone in this.
cause i need a hand to hold to hold me from the edge
she floats home alone and see girls girls girls, leaning on telegraph posts to hold themselves up. in the city where blood ran with liquor and where you could dance til the afternoon after she was all alone with not even the message receivers and responders as her friends. lonely and cold. unkissed. she went to be and tried to dream. again