Say something cathartic,
Because crying was not,
Sing me warmth, because I am the arctic,
I wish I wasn't, but this is the life I got,

Help me build a smile,
As my face is stubborn and persistent,
It'll be difficult, it'll take a while,
Make it gentle and never distant,

Help me sketch my youth,
Stand by me, and watch it all unfold,
As the sketches bind to reality and become the truth,
But it all seems like distant reality, and my breath
I'm unable to hold