Help

Its like your drowning in the fog and gray,

like you don't want to see that some things might be okay.

You don't want to try,

you just want to die.

I've tried so much only to have it blow up in my face,

maybe helping you isn't my place?

Maybe I'm supposed to let you cry,

and maybe I'm supposed to let you die?

I don't know anything else I can do,

to save you.

But I'm going to try,

until the day I die.

I'm going to try for all of you,

and show them just what I can do.

I'm going to push throught my own gray,

and show you the other side is okay.