the lack of anything can really get to a person
it leaves me powerless really
and you know how i hate that
am i not feeling?
or just not feeling enough?
this self inflicted wound just keeps reopening
can i stop it?
must i argue my point any further?
i think we can see i’ve won
excuse me while i suffocate
would you like to join me?
and when you find the time
could you help me out of this hole?
just keep shoveling in the dirt
you could never hate me as much as i do