2007 - Beth Crowley

A parking deck,

At 3am,

He’s on the other line,

Through fearful whispers,

He can tell that I am far from fine,

Honestly,

He might have saved my life that night,

The year 2007,

I began to fight,

'Cause you can’t call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts,

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don’t know which is worse,

Stumbling through darkness,

Grasping for a shred of light,

Wrestling your demons,

'Till you reach the other side,

Others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase,

In fitful sleep you scream I’m not supposed to feel this way,

I don’t have answers,

But I made it through the rain,

And happiness is worth the temporary pain,

'Cause you can’t call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts,

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don’t know which is worse,

Stumbling through darkness,

Grasping for a shred of light,

Wrestling your demons,

'Till you reach the other side,

'Cause you can’t call a doctor,

And just tell him where it hurts,

You weigh the choice to live or die,

And don’t know which is worse,

Stumbling through darkness,

Grasping for a shred of light,

Wrestling your demons,

'Till you reach the other side.