There is a time when you feel deserted and torn,

and you now this all too well

so utterly tired and worn

Can you express these feelings bottled deep inside of you?

How can’t they see these moments, when you scream from the top of your lungs? With such excessive hurting, but now the moment is gone

What’s this? Another faceless lie that you dare to call a life? Keep it bottled deep inside!

That’s not gonna cut it

These times you feel you are better of alone Like a wondering, mindless drone

How the hell did it end up like this?

Fuck it all!

There’s nothing at this place to gain

All there is consists of disdain and the rest is all too plain