• I never thought I'd depend on you,
    someone to help me through,
    could this be the one that'll stay true?

    And though I spend a thousand nights,
    trying to figure out how you became the light,
    then comes on a question that's not so bright.

    Can I trust you?
    Are you really always going to be there?
    Can you except it or will you turn away?

    The question they run across my brain,
    like the blood that flows down the drain,
    then asking myself, why such refrain?

    To my very most dismay,
    there soon may come a day,
    I'll have to tell you I'm not really okay