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

The ongoing game
Not all is the same...

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

I throw
Those red high heels...

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

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