Once, a day, when images of unhappy thoughts,
Drifted lightly through my mind, I began to wonder.
And that's when my shameful act began,
Immacuately dressed, head to toe, in regret.
May you pass me by, as if I'm not one of them?
Remorsefully doubtful, I lay protected.
And I cower in the shadows,
Immaculately dressed, head to toe, in guilt.
I stumble, and return to my former self,
Admittedly, I falter, and I drift away.
Back into my depths that so willingly call,
Immaculately dressed, head to toe, in shame.
