Victim of the Times

Help me
Help me

Help me make the best of myself
Tell me that you love me, but it's hard to tell
Letters aren't coming in the mail
And I'm in jail

Help me make the best of myself
There's always light shining somewhere else
Running out of water in the well
Nothing left to sell

Can you believe
That there's nobody on your side?
How does it feel
You're a victim of the times?

Help me make the best of myself
In another life, I was raising hell
Freedom doesn't come without a price
And I'm paying twice

Help me make the best of myself
I need someone to care for me like no one else
Give me one more shot to make it right
And I won't fight

Can you believe
That there's nobody on your side?
How does it feel
You're a victim of the times?

There's nothing wrong with being alone
It's just hard to carry on
Somebody calls and you answer the phone
And the next thing you know they're gone

Can you believe
That there's nobody on your side?
How does it feel
You're a victim of the times?

Help me, help me, help me, yeah
Help me, help me, help me, yeah
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me make the best of myself



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Richard Thomas, Nolan Dean Levine, Sam Lydston Plecker, Trevor James Sutton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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