Please help ’cause its the middle of the day,
and the sun’s rays are not falling on face.
Headcase, I may be for following the shadows,
but what choice do I have?
I’m in a hole with no ladder.
I look up to the floor and I see it where it fell through,
and I know that this is me when I don’t have you.
I’ve tried so hard to mask my pain and all my scars,
but is it still okay for me to come running to your arms
-A reflection from a time of dependency.