Who do you turn to?

At night, alone, you wake up

And you feel like you’re free falling

Into the depths of despair

You become despondent

Who do you turn to?

At noon, surrounded on every side

You’re talking and it’s like a silent film

Your spirit is yelling, a monologue

You are tired,

Where do you run to?

It’s rush hour, you’re on the bus

People get on and get off

Your phone is your companion

Till you get off,

What are you going home to?

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