All these people that i see,
in some how in some way they anger me.
I don't know why,
i don't know how,
I'm not sure I'm having a bloody cow.
Everyone that is involved in my daily play,
slowly killing me in a certain way.
A certain way you'll never know,
a certain way i can not show.
I'm dying in desegregation,
on my superb depression,
into contraception.
People can't see what things truly mean to me, and i don't see why they bother to put forth the effort, to be apart of a new world.
Why do people anger me i don't really know, but i just don't see why i should be.
