hating again
the way you make me feel
sometimes this world
makes you want to kill
why is it so cold
in this 'warm-hearted' room?
people talk so much
but never say anything to you
maybe in awhile, you will find a reason
stopping the time, fine you for treason
and inside this world people claim
that God and the world are against you again.
the pain is returning
bitter and sweet
your ideas are useless
burning at your feet
and who would have thought
that you were different
because if no one was fighting
what would our life be?
and somewhere along the way
people have said
that peace and morality
leave everyone's head
but if we all loved everyone
who would be happy-
some sane psycho fiend
would shoot us all dead