When you're tired and alone
You know you can pick up the phone
Even when your going through that trough
And you feel like plain giving up
You can talk to me.
When you feel that no one knows
The pain that's coursing through your bones
You remember where I've been
And all the things I've seen
You know you can talk to me.
The Arabic spring in your mind
When you contemplated suicide
Because those feelings would never subside
And you've lost damned near all your pride
You know you can talk to me.
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