The cold night grows and birhgtly the moonshines
but It can't show my minds horrible twisted vine
the vines grow and grow
becoming more sharp and filled with woe
at times I feel peaceful, but at most sad
I want to stop these bad feelings
just make them go away, these horrible dealings
just stop this complaining, sick and terrible
just give it up and make it bearable
but I am condemned to a life of grumbling
a life spent crying and stumbling...
