Frustration is the only
thing I know,
Everyday its presence clouds my mind;
Everyday its presence clouds my mind;
Every night I try to let it go
Lest it explode and leave nothing
behind.
In others there is nothing to look for,
No sign of the turmoil I have known;
Going from day to day with something
more;
No sign that I'm anything but alone.
Others all seem to use words to negate
Those demons in me that my mind abuse
How do they use them to escape my fate?
I understand none of the words they use
Nothing they try can help me understand
Getting my mind to feel more than my
hand.
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