I rejoice in the depression,
That’s seeping into my heart...

Steps across flowerbed,
Heart heavy with dread...

All around there is darkness,
Deeper than the night...

Broken heart,
Torn apart...

How can I be right for you?
What is it I have to do...

When Joan came home,
From little Marie’s Party...

Dear mommy,
I have something to say...

When I’m ready to try,
I’ll be there...

I don’t wanna try,
I don’t wanna cry...

I’m shouting out,
I’m screaming loud...

In the real world,
Perhaps the sun does shine...

Walk in the door, wanting to take flight,
Hit by a wave of disapproval...