No response.
He spent his whole night trying to forget. He has been there many times before. Searching for a friend. He is small. He is needy. Lost himself again. He feels unsafe. Small. He strains for the elusive hallelujah. Whispers of past orthodoxies. A tear slides down his cheek. He is broken; falling to pieces. Hallelujah.
I'm pretty sure the last line of the first verse is plagurised.
It definitely is. It was my inspiration.