David Cook – Permanent

I know he's living in hell every single day

And so I ask, oh god, is there some way for me to take his place,

And when they say it's all touch and go I wish I could make it go away,

But still you say

Will you think that you're all alone

When no one's there to hold your hand?

When all you know seems so far away

And everything is temporary,

Rest your head

I'm permanent,

I'm permanent