When you see a puddle under your feet what do you see? 

I’ll tell you what I see

I see a reflection of me 

With tears on my face on my face 

And feeling like a disgrace 

As well as pain being written all over my face 

I try to keep my self in place 

Where I think is safe 

So I can erase 

The pain that’s written all over my face 

What I’m talking about is a puddle in the street

This a puddle of tears that’s under my feet

I pick up my head to wipe the tears of my pfff my face 

And then I pick up my head and realize I’m stuck in the same old place 

Where I cannot escape 

It’s called a cell

A cell of hell