Desperate Hour

To hurt was my only option.
The struggle I've had to endure was my given strength to keep me going.
Scars always piling over the other.
Scratching deeper into the wounds.
Desperately trying to find the source of this pain.
All I've ever wanted was some form of relief.

Tired of running in circles, trying to catch hold of my breath.
Tired of watching everything slipping through my fingertips.
Can you hear me cry?
If you can won't you show me a sign?
My line is thinning, please I'm running short on time.
I need you in my desperate hour.
The thought you'd come back for me was a fairy tale,
but it's something I held so dearly, didn't you know?
It has a hope a lie never had.
I'm fooled easily to believe.
Nothing ever mattered in this deep.
I've nothing left to lose.

You know what's best and left the rest to me.
Despair's a blessing but always misunderstood.
According to your whim it'll all be worthwhile.
Help me see straight.
My faith's decaying, restore everything I lost...