Venting my anger, on to an old peice of paper,
And my words are coming out, tearing up my paper,
A million stories flowing, slowly decaying,
I'm tired of all this emotion, sick of all this waiting,
And it destroys me, with every breath it takes,
It sits, it hears, it hates, it waits,
For once, just once, a million words,
Once, just once, one million words.