Someone please help me
I feel lonely and unhappy
I have music, I have whiskey
I have Jesus on a Sunday
I have no-one just for cuddles
To hold me when I'm cold in bed
I have sad dreams that have no sun
Just sharp shapes that prickle me
And my weakness is I feel this inside of me
When I'm crying I'm really dying inside of me
Deep down in my headache
I can feel love and it scratches me
I can't use it, cut it from me
Try to lose it but I can't succeed
And my weakness is I feel this inside of me
When I'm crying I'm really dying inside of me