I got a buddy that's been in and out of rehab
He's got a problem with the bottle and a brown bag
I haven't seen him since his mama passed
I don't think he really got over that
Now it's one, two, three in the mornin'
There's four missed calls on my phone
So I call back to see what he wanted
Just bein' a friend, and that's when he said
"Hear me out, you don't know all the pain I'm feelin'
Tell me how I always feel like something's missin'
I'd make a sound, but what's the point if no one's listenin'?
Hear me out, hear me out"
I seen a girl that I knew back in high school
I heard she had a couple kids with the wrong dude
Covergirl on her face with a fresh bruise
She don't wanna dance, but she has to
To one, two, three in the morning
She's a good mom, but nobody knows her
When she gets home at the end of the night
With tears in her eyes, that's when she cried
"Hear me out, you don't know all the pain I'm feelin'
Tell me how I always feel like something's missin'
I'd make a sound, but what's the point if no one's listenin'?
Hear me out, hear me out"
Oh, I've been lower than low, stuck in the loneliest place
Oh, I've cried over and over, I still have nights when I pray, and I say
Hear me out, you don't know all the pain I'm feelin' (Know what I'm feelin')
Tell me how I always feel like something's missin'
I'd make a sound, but what's the point if no one's listenin'?
Hear me out (Hear me out), hear me out
(Oh, I've been lower than low, stuck in the loneliest place)
(Oh, I've cried over and over, I still have nights when I pray, and I say)
Hear me out, you don't know all the pain I'm feelin'
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