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?