Come Hither.

Depression's all I get from philosophy.


You're so fragile. I know some things we cannot control. I am so selfish, it shows. I just can't let go. Tell me three little lies, "Everything is alright," It tears me all up inside.

If I talk to God, I don't know if He's listening. When I speak out loud, I don't know if He's home. I'm talking to myself, 'cause no one else is listening. Stay another day, and will it all go wrong, if I talk to God?

I hate the words that I said, they lay so still in my head. I hope I never regret if I just let go. Goodbye to time well spent, I've got nothing to defend. And is this really the end? And you can feel me when you fall, when your back's against the wall. And you know this town we live up in, is the loneliest of all. And you can feel me when you're down, and when your world turns upside down. I know this place we're living in, is the loneliest of all.

I will be the colors in the rain when you're lying up and wide awake. Hold on, hold on, I will for you. I will be the truth inside your lies, when you close your eyes at night. I will, I will, hold on, for you.








It's Wednesday night and I'm tied to the telephone, waiting on your call, while the radio goes: "This song goes out to anyone alone. Don't worry I know that you'll find someone."

So, go. The tide is turning. You're here today, but what about tomorrow? What you held so dear, will eventually be left to die.




The stage, the curtains.