i don’t want to call you when am high, when am down and in doubt.
i don’t want to check my phone, for a missed call or text.
i don’t want to need you, close my eyes in my four walled room, gasp for breath, take quick steps when i think of you.
i don’t want to feel this way, because i know am far removed from your reality.
Mama called my name when i was born, i have lost it in this world.
I take the long road to church, i tell myself i have tried.
I relate more with the rain, it comes with the cold and flows
Take me back, to when i could feel, when i could laugh in tears.
Hold my hand and take me to bed,
turn off the lights and call me by my name like my mama did and how it should be.