Come share with me my cup of pain.
I know I am in rags, don’t burn in shame.
In your eyes I am clouds and winds with no rain.
Sleep with me in my bed made of lies.
You’ll feel where I lay my hope.
Maybe you’ll see where my tears flew when I cry.
Let’s share my food, its tasty
Anxiety and depression, that’s salty.
I am lonely, the soul is hungry.