This is my stop, my destination
Getting out the bus with the sensation
That I'm out of options, used up my ration
Story of my life
Sit on my bed, look at the ceiling
Feeling dryed up, I get the feeling
That my cup is empty, I need a refill
Story of my life
Breathe in and
Breathe out
On my knees
No way out
Need to say
Need to shout
I'm calling out
Calling out
Everybody's calling out
Hoping somebody hears you
Calling out
I need you there
If you really care