Summer here is cold.
Chills me to the bone.
I haven't seen the sun in weeks.
Scared out of my mind
by the demons I've made.
And I feel like I'm sinking
clinging to solid ground.
But Oh God I feel like letting go.
I never believed I could feel so low.
All of my life held up in vain--
no reason, no rhyme.
But all of these scars remain.
And it hurts too deep.
And it's hurt too long.
And everything I say and do
hurts me more.
If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If all of my courage
and all of my strength
would come and lift me from these depths
I know I could love you better than this.