Waiting for my insides to cry, this spell to speak is no lie, pure demand to tighten this square, left alone I can not bare, in fear for myself is my only scare, little by little it begins to tear, these cases to me are all so real, to read my thoughts is how I deal, with all my struggle to find a place, to calm my nerves and stop this chase, of all that grabs my inner self, count my blessings and my wealth, prevent a curse in which has no power, to fall with force and heavy shower, cut my time in half for free, touch my heart and you will see.