If I ever came to you,
All broken into rubble.
Face flooded with tears,
Eyes empty and unstable.
Would you bring me in your home,
And wrap a blanket around me?
Would you whisper in my ears,
It'll be okay, you'll see?
Or would you push me away,
And slam your door in my face?
Call me pathetic,
And call me a lost case?
Wish I knew how you'd react,
Then maybe I'd be more open.
Wish I knew what you'd say,
Then maybe I'd be less broken.
But I'd never come to you,
Half lost to myself and to grief.
I'd put up a front,
And I'd lie through my teeth.
