Alone in this world so bright.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days.

The sounds of the street amplified in my empty room.
The banging, the bustling, the laughter, the shouts; all so loud.
They mock the emptiness in my soul, dancing round my heartless void.

Throw me a rope, to hold me in place.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days, without you.
Everything's easier when you're beside me.

Everything's easier when you hold my hand and tell me it'll be okay.
I really believed you.
Now I don't know what to believe.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days, when all they bring is night.
So throw me a rope, to hold me in place.