The Hard Way Tom MacDonald

[Verse 1]
I wish that I could find the perfect words
To take away your hurt, but they just don't exist
There's nothing I can say to try to numb your pain
Afraid you'll have to find that comfort from within
You've been through the dark, you made it, but face it
It tore you apart, I see all those scars
I used to fight the devil every night
In my apartment building after leaving the bar
Got a lot in common, me and you, I bet
I just got done falling and you're losing grip
I've been slipping lately, and you're 'bout to trip
And I've been hell and back, and you ain't left there yet
Truth is, we ain't looking at a pretty picture
Exhaust is filling up the garage you sit in
A mouth full of pills and a gut full of liquor
Cuts in your wrist that are too deep for stitches
We just wanna live, take off all our skin
Find the broken part and try to get it fixed
Find the hope we had and feel like normal kids
Find a way that isn't tortured to exist
Damn, all of the research and studies
Donated money, and still we got nothing
We dedicated days to mental health awareness
Why do we still feel empty and embarrassed?