I talk to you
You talk to me
It's that ugly little word
People are never hesitant
To look at me funny
Rock back a little bit in their
When I tell them I want to work with the
In field called
Home to "psychos" and "nut jobs"
All going through the hardest of struggles
I see the rich man that cries all night
I see the mother who holds pills to a holy
I see the son who hasn't slept the past
And you look at me like you have no demons
Why would you ever want a job like that?
Because I have been lost in the darkest nights
And I have felt the brightest days
And I would love to help someone
Feel the same sunlight I do.
It is so much brighter up here.