Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...

Tears welling up in the back of my eyes,
I feel my heart rate starting to rise...

Hearts are meant to be filled,
Filled with heaps of love...

Its selfless love and selfish hate,
That brings us here face to face...

I'm filled with an emotion,
That churns from deep within...

Slowly I slither,
Back to my abandoned hole...

Go outside,
Breathe the air...

Sitting alone in my room,
Staring at my hideous pink wall...