Paralyzing cold itches the skin while fleeing your nightmares

Eating only the snow that has frozen over your once warm heart 

To sit in the front row of a wrestling match between you and your demons

To find yourself missing the green paper you used to bet on yourself

Entering your home to find an empty cave, no longer filled with life

You travel deeper into this empty cave and soon find yourself falling

Wind pulling at your hair like it’s attached to a puppet masters strings

The puppet master, the big man, your boss who gives you green, but no respect

Respect you crave, but don’t deserve because you want but don’t give

When you look in the mirror do you only see your imperfections?

Well that is because you are nothing but imperfect, a failure

No one wants you, not you mom or your dad, brothers or sisters, friends or lovers

Again you find yourself in the cold, frozen over with defeat 

But… no one is going to judge you, not here at least, take my hand

Let’s fly