Depression drags you down into a black hole
On your mind and spirit it takes it toll...

You are reaching for the moon little one
Singing and being successful is unlikely...

From my feet up your eyes gaze
My composition I try not to faze...

I throw
Those red high heels...

I wear my secret like a warm coat on a cold winter...
Nightmares haunt my nights like guilt on one's...

The ongoing game
Not all is the same...