Helping Hand

Sometimes things get a little hazy

Sometimes I think I'm just a little crazy

I don't even know my own name

Soon all of me will go up in flames

Wearing scars on my arms and in my eyes

Are you friends or enemies in disguise?

So hard when everything just runs against me

Jealous words turn into a love/hate frenzy

Won't someone lend me a helping hand?

Time is up to the time that's left undone

Time to grab my hat, grab my coat

I gotta load my gun

Silly things always, always

Are the ones that turn out worst

And it seams the ones that love you

Always hurt you the most

Won't someone please understand?

Won't someone lend me a helping hand?

Won't someone please take the time to think

That your actions and words

They don't always say what they mean?

Since I was a child, I used to dream of many things

Superstars, the bizarre, kings and their pretty queens

Now it seems I need a shot, a drink to jog my thoughts

Why does this happen all the time?

Is it, is it just because, because no one will understand?

Won't someone lend me a helping hand?

Won't someone take the time to think?

That your actions and words

They don't always say what they mean?