My mind it’s cold, it’s dark, it’s black,
I have no where to run, to turn, to fall back.

I’m happy, I’m sad,
I’m angry I’m mad,
Does this make me weird, odd, even feared?

I scream for help but no one hears,
For them it’s easier to cover their ears.
But help me please, I need you now,
And all they ask is “but how”?

I’m entombed inside my own mind can’t you tell?
But I guess that’s not somewhere you’d care to dwell.