When I say something is wrong,
It’s hard for me to express
Just how deep this goes down.
When I talk to you,
All you get is the superficial,
Just the tip of the iceberg.
These little issues seem simple,
Like they can be solved
And that I can be saved.
But believe me,
It takes more to sink my ship
Than the tip of an iceberg.
There’s a whole monster
Waiting beneath the surface
To be my demise
And I can’t tell you about it.
You only get to see
The small tip of the iceberg.