Who do you call at 3 a.m. when the tears won’t stop
When you hear the sweet song of the razor blade in the bathroom drawer
When you’re hurting inside but don’t know why or how long it’ll last
In the empty apartment alone by yourself with no one else there
Who do you call at 3 a.m. to tell you the words
That’ll give you a little bit of hope to balance the pain
A reason to sleep, and more important, one to wake up
When it really sounds better to close your eyes that final time
Who do you call at 3 a.m. to hold your hand
And kiss your tears, to hug you tight and never let go
When all of your lovers are far in the past and even your family
Can not understand why you’re crying or where you’re lost
What do you do at 3 a.m. when there’s no one to call
Is all that’s left to stay awake and look outside
And wait for the sun to brighten the sky and start the day
Then go to work and try again to stay alive
This was truley beautiful.
Thank you!