She's crying. She's sad. She's tired. She can't be okay. I think the whole world is against her. And all she knows is that she's not as strong as people think. She can sing and smile all day, but when night comes, she cries for hours in her bed, just thinking about her life and how things came to this. Things can be so hard to fix. Her soul. Her soul is so broken that she can't fix it. Who's going to help her? No one. 'Cause no one can do it, just him. No one can save her. Save her heart, her soul. No one. Even her. Just Him