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or a shoulder to lean on.
Someone to hear my calls when I\'m in need.
Just someone to be there,
It\'s one thirty now, and an hour ago she said she\'d call.
My life is crumbling around me, and I can\'t even see straight.
I sat on this counter top staring at that knife, for about half an hour now.
I think I\'ll drive out in the morning, before the sun is over the peak.
I could use a hand, just someone to tell me I\'m ok.
Just someone to tell me that it\'s ok.
Someone to hold me, when I need it.
Someone to turn to, to make me not feel so alone.
When I\'ve got these feelings and these tear s flowing deep inside
I don\'t want to die, yet I don\'t want to live.
On and on and on again, this same old shit.
It\'s never really going to change, with all this life it\'s never
really going to end. Sure, I could use a hand -
or maybe someone to talk to... just tell me
it\'s all ok, that it\'ll turn out someday.