I've got direction,
But I've got nowhere to go,
I've got intelligence,
But I've got nothing I know,
And it's eating away at me right in the core,
Like a worm devouring an apple,
And then,
I wonder why I feel so empty inside.
I've got anger,
And I've got tears,
I've got worries,
And I've got fears,
And they're all filling me up inside to the brim;
Like water filling a glass,
And then,
I wonder why I can't stop the tears from falling.