Morning comes
All your friends are dead or gone
You sit there staring at the wall
You tripped you took a long hard fall
You can't sleep, you're cold
You're numb you're wasted, you feel beat

You get burned
You hurt like hell you'll never learn
You'll just do what you always do
When people wash their hands of you
Lose yourself in alcohol and any drugs you find

Nobody can help you when you're this far down
Nobody can help you when you're this far down
Nobody can help you nobody can help you
Nobody can help you when you're this far down

No one but you
Nobody but you
Nobody but you
Nobody but you

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Writer(s): ANDREW INNES, BOBBY GILLESPIE, ROBERT YOUNG