There are three ways to see despair. I've seen them all I'm scared to say. The three ways are real I've lived through them all. The fourth way is coming so prepare for the fall. Can you save someone from the hidden depths. Of a darkened soul with no hope left. And I don't know how and I don't know when. But I pray that you'll be beautiful again. Can you save someone from the hidden depths. Of a darkened soul with no hope left. And I don't know how I don't know when. But I pray that you'll be beautiful again. But I pray that you'll be beautiful again. And I don't know how and I don't know when. But I pray that you'll be beautiful again. I am as tired as John Lennon sang. Conveying exhaustion like no-one else can. I'm no longer the centre of the universe. A bare admission that makes it seem worse. A bare admission that makes it seem worse. A bare admission that makes it seem worse