Ain't no use in calling up your friends, Ain't no use in hiding in your bed, And ain't no use in standing on your head, cause no insides(?) can fill your loneliness.
Seven days of time to fix your head, seven days of time you walk the ledge. And every time you catch a side of your relfection, can't decide of you should cry of if it's time to live.
Can't count how many times I've heard you say you'd give up all you got for just a day of feeling fine, the county lines, that settled up under your eyes to fall in love to fall in love to fall in love.
In sympathy, no doubt you hurt your friend. And it's too late now, but I wrote this down back then. There aint' no use in cutting through the darkness that envelops you, you have to let the light come in instead.