Time to write a thought & send it to the outside world
Pretend I’m listened to, pretend I’m heard.
But inside this little old cave, I’m freezing and I’m dying slow,
Not that anyone cares, not that they even know.
It seems to me that I should stand aside
& hope that darkness takes over, my own landside
One that crumbles my worries & dissipates my fears
But then that has never happened for all these years
You scream at me to tell the world what i really think
& yet i’m that ill, that i sway on death’s brink.
If you were a friend, would you hold me close?
If you were my father, would you top the dose?
& in my dreams, were you a love that I knew so well
Would you be the one to whom my secret I sell?