Now, who can help me understand, 
or just stand by me, 
so we try and see certain thing a little clearer.
Like broken glass in the mirror.
Which means it’s hard to reflect with broken thoughts in your head.
Like that woman who meant the world to me said 
she’d no longer be the sun in my summer.
So she shook up them seasons and left me for dead. 
Still reasons I try and find, but instead I go blind, 
cuz of stabbing pains in my mind.
And besides them, all I find is self-reproach and how love turns over into loath?
See, grief’s what’s keeping your eyes closed when you lose someone close. 
And someone special will hurt most.
I suppose as time goes by, time allows you to try pulling yourself together.
Knowing you’ll never be the same ever again.
Although you getz lots of loving from friends, 
it’s impossible to fully comprehend 
the loss of a loved one.
The void they leave behind. 
The feeling that won’t stop you from crying.
Asking yourself why and pounding your chest.
See, stress’s what getting you vexed when you’re depressed.
I guess it’s a continuous process where you can make progress or fall back.
But never that…

Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.
Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.

See, what I’m saying is this sh*t’s all up in your radius, in all kinds of relationships.
Maybe it’s meant to be that we sometimes get set back after we lost touch with reality.
See, people are blessed with happiness, but notice that’s sh*t’s all relative. 
Cuz, everything comes in certain amounts.
Make sure you try and stay focused with both feet on the ground, 
and accept friends helping you out.
They say time heals wounds, even when you think time’s running out.
And profound support can be bought. 
Although sometimes you get that feeling you come short reaching out
to the one with that broken heart.
The one who’s whole world fell apart.
It’s abstract like art.
So don’t even try to fully rely on your intuition.
Let a bygone be bygone.
Some get their hopes up wishing, but listen, no one’s promised tomorrow.
And that’s a bitter pill to swallow.
Cuz, y’all know, we’re living this life.
Face good times and strive. And sometimes pay a price.
It’s like throwing dice: you can roll twice and face consequences, 
or start rolling your eyes to a friend’s advice.
But that’s rather absurd.
That’s like refusing a blanket for this cold cold world. 

Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.
Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.

Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.
Help me 
tell me information.
So I can handle this situation.

Tekst: gus neirynck / peter lesage
Muziek: peter lesage
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