If I called for you in a blizzard
Would you hear me?
Oh, it matters not, I'll withhold my words
Because the shame burns colder than any frost
Braving boreal mountains never reaching a summit
As I shout the only voice that returns to me is my own
Gray faces of gigantic rocks piercing the sky
My every breath nothing more than vapor
If I called for you in clearest times
Would you ignore me?
Oh, it matters not, you're too confused to care
Lauding stagnancy and having self-focus
Seldom allowing a response to emit from your lips
Hah, I'll decipher you before you read my tulips
What you think I desire is a delusion
One which hasn't been proven
You only call for me
When you need me
So would it even matter
If I called for you
For you