Tired clichés, filed away
Somebody saying, “I’m here for you”
In so many ways
that particular phrase is something
I’ve found has never really been true

You made it clear that you’d actually be here
if I ever decided to call for you
But drawing you near
would be my greatest fear for
I’d have a problem just asking you

To be devastatingly honest, I really don’t know
        if I’d ever be able to say
       “I need you here…  Please come”
That’s me, though, it’s not you…
        It’s me
        It’s not you

Inside me I know that you won’t let me go
reassuring and frightening simultaneously
But in spite of my glow
there’s still trouble below because
Help is a four-letter word to me
        Help is a four-letter word