White knuckles, my grip is too tight.
My hold on you is all I have to keep me warm at night.
Falling from darkness
I feel so alone and scared.
As I fall I wonder; is anyone there?
As time passes us right by
I count the nights I just lay and cry.
Falling from faith, falling from love.
Please, is there anyone up above?
I never wanted to feel like this.
When the answer lies with a slit of the wrist.
There has to be a better solution.
Before I become just an illusion.
No one can tell how I really feel
I just want him to hold me and help me heal.
As I fall, I start to feel the rain.
I just want him to ease my pain.