These clenched fists hold all the held in anger it won't release.
And when you hold my hand it also spreads to you like a disease.
This sickness, will spill all of the agony inside.
It will vanish all hope that you might be able to abide.
It will make you feel completely alone
And desert you with pain you've never known.
The cold will wash over you and it will freeze your heart.
When you smile, your insides will shatter apart.
They'll be no use for trust and love
Only room for pain and blood.
I know it will be too much for you
To see skies fade to gray from blue.
It will be too much for you to handle, though I've handled it all along.
When I've gone about fixing my life and truth all wrong.
It will be too much for you, you won't believe it's real.
So much agony, can you believe that this is what i really feel?
These clenched fists hold all the held in anger it won't release.
And when you hold my hand it also spreads to you like a disease.
And before you thought you knew,
But the truth is you have no idea or clue.
I always wonder "what about me?"
I promise I will make you all sorry.
Because this pain i have that i've spread to you
It will hurt so much you wont know what to do.
And you'll wonder how i cope with this:
But this is my life, my death, this is my sickness...
