Tell me

I know you've been going trough some things, uh huh
I know you don't even love the 
same, do you, do you?
I know you've been running' on 
empty, runnin' on empty ...


Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?