I swing and b a n g
on your tall, frigid walls
hoping and wishing to demolish them,
I’ve only made c r a c k s
What could I have done differently?
The day you poured your heart out to me
and pleaded for me to hold you and rock you,
you w o k e ,
but I told you to go back to sleep.
So, you've h i d d e n yourself away in a place
far from me, and no matter how high I climb
I can’t reach you—
Before I knew, the roles had switched
and I was the one pleading for you
to let me in and protect you.
Even now I still beg of you—
Tell me about the monster
living in your head.
Show me how to b r e a k into the tower
and save you from yourself.
Tell me how to get my little girl back.