Coming Back to the World - Phone Calls from Home

She locks up all those tears

On her bed, the door closed

So she’s all alone

Halfway through her sophomore year

The pressure’s cut to the bone

Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn’t express

She paints red all over her fragile wrist

Did she think she’d be alright?

Did she think she could live like this?

So she prays to God

To believe in trust

In hope, in life, in love

Whoa, I’m coming back to the world

I, I’ll start it over again

Whoa, I’ve fallen down by the wayside

I’ll get up and sing it again

Another day it’s the same habit she tries to break

It doesn’t go away, her problems still stay

There’s more to life than this

She’s always had a choice and today

She’s found the inner strength to sing