This Cold, Cold Floor

I've been here before; too many times before. 3 am, a bed that won't be slept in, and a racing mind that isn't running against anyone but time. And its time that I'm losing. And the moon is reflecting off walls that feel as though they're caving. I've been here before. I've walked through this door time and time before. Im trapped in a revolving door. I swear its just me and my worn out knees on this cold, cold floor. God can you hear me? God can you see me? Can you reach out and touch me; I just need to know you can feel me. I feel like I'm fading, a step from nothing. I am always just waiting. Who will love someone like me? If even anyone could. Who will hold someone like me, if even anyone should. How did I fail me? I thought only everyone else could do that. But here I am; this cold, cold floor. I told you- I've been here a time or two before. Trust me I'm fading. Im willing and waiting but my heart hurts now. The moon on the wall, and all these feelings that hit me. Im lost and I'm scared; please just come hold me. God are you there? God can you hear me? I'm lost and I'm scared, and I'm afraid of what might find me. Im afraid that I'm stuck, I'm stuck in place that hides me. People pass by me and then there's just the one who stays. And I'm afraid because I've been here before. And his hands have touched me here before. I've been stuck in this room; just me and him and the moon on the wall. And he's hit me before. I know because I laid on the cold, cold floor. And I knew that he'd find me, I'm stuck and I'm binded and there's no one to hide me. I've been here before, I've walked this cold, cold floor. And it's just me and him and the moon on the wall.