Quiet! I`m thinking. It`s kind of difficult
I can`t hold up the conversation
It`s difficult to sympathize
My need to resuscitate intensifies
The bolt thrust sharp between
my eyes. Inside I crumble, perishing
intentionally, explicitly
there`s nothing I can do.
Nothing I can do. Nothing I can …Do!
4, 3, 2, 1 Boom! Explosions
deep inside my head
it feels as if a tank just f*@#ing tore apart
my insides sometimes I wish that I was dead
it`s me who`s ping ponging back and forth
across this empty space
I`d rather be slammed by two
than to take any more so what`s the use
so what`s with you!?
I never said I`d take you down there
Never said I`d see it through
Yet s*@# just happens
I`ll never know what f*@#ing hell
has put me through
I guess that I deserve the beating
the kind that`s not intentional
Why must I do only the things that please me
There`s definitely no escape, I`m caught!
I`m caught, caught in the middle