Please.

You got wires going in
You got wires coming out of your skin
You got tears making tracks
I got tears that are scared of the facts

Running down corridors through automatic doors
I've got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes

There's dry blood on your wrist
Your dried blood, on my fingertips
First night of your life curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you will never know.

Don't leave me behind say that you'll be alright
I reach for your hands and I see it in your eyes
Please be alright.