“Seen a lot of people struggling recently
Faced with changes but without the tools to change it 
Locked in a room of human indecency
A lack of help to rearrange it
Rolling with punches and hard hits
But no medical kits to clean wounds
Bright lights in eyes but no glasses
Still ready to deny demise will be soon

I’ve seen you

Realise there’s fine lines between us
Maybe finer than they've ever been
We say we take it in our stride and then trip up
It can’t be edited
No movie or magazine 
And for that reason reasons being unforeseen

For every “No” that hurt like hell
Confessions that made you yell
Twisted ankles from how in and out of love you fell
Told to come out of your shell
Until you Cry until you swell
Twisted ankles tryna please the clientele

Information you withheld 
Couldn't bear to break the spell
Information you were too ashamed to tell
Twisted Ankles cos it then could mean farewell

For every penny in every wishing well
I wish you well

You don't have to “lighten up”
I trust your judgement and respect it
Decline decline decline
Until you're ready to accept it”