No one knows that my anger grows
Like the weeds between bricks row on row
My hate is so complete
It keeps me in hating shape
My hate is pure like the snows melting on the highest hills
Who is left not to hate
I have check the dates
It's my time to investigate
Who I do not hate
I cried away all those years
No one to blame
Just my that my mind is going insane
I love her so, but have been told it's time to put away my pain
Where do you store most of your soul?
A glass jar, for others to glaze
The doctors know
I lost my soul
Must replace
Take some pills
Pray to the hills
Dance in the rain
Are they insane?
I live with the pain
Of not tell her my pain
But I will have a life time to complain
