Four phone calls made,
and still she sits with her head hanging,
everybody has to be somewhere else,
to be somebody else,
for somebody else,
with someone else,
yet there she is,
alone, slumbering in and out of that unforgettable sleep,
the one that she won't wake up from..
she doesn't want to go there..
yet she is forced..
down.
deep.
gone.
what force will get her up?
is there a force that strong?
you told me once..
yet i have forgotten..
refresh my memory..
because i need to know.
more importantly..
this sick world needs to know.
