Helping Hands

It's in these letters that we write

To our friends and family

Spilling secrets of our past

A brief history

Packed with pills, alcohol

And cuts that'll run so deepSo we must stand up

For the ones we love

And give them hope

Before they fall downSo they say, I've lost and I've found

And I've found no way out

Of this mess that we have made

So let me get this straight

You want out

Or just to leave townSo we must stand up

For the ones we love

And give them hope

Before they fallAnd we must stand up

For the ones we love

And give them hope

Before they fall down