Why do people look at me,
like i am not worth living...
"Ah, look at all the lonely people."
'Me' has been deprived, faith's dried yet...
You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself...
Butterflies twirl happily;
my mind drifts to my dress...
Lonely and hurt,
Broken I remain...
(Stanzas in [] refer to the son and those without...
A noise from downstairs...