Frustration

by colin octave   May 17, 2006


This body is like a cell,
Why I'm locked inside her I can't tell,
My anger is boling I can hear my brain swell,
Someone the fight is over ring the bell,
I'm being turned into a mental slave,
Get me a shovel I'll dig my own grave,
I tried to do my utmost best,
Can't understand how I failed the math test,
I wanna end my sorry and say to hell with the rest.

I feel,I see,I know,I have the speed,
Given a race to run,I can't take the lead,
Every breath I take my mouth starts to bleed.
I know I can draw,
I put into pencil this I saw.
But this unbearable frustration still exists,
I'm embattled by disappointment,
Where are the exits.

I'm on a plane with no destination,
I tried to figure out my life so much,
I reek with perspiration,
Show me the way out there is one I won't dare touch,
I need to get out of here shift the clutch.
Oh I think I get it,
The only way out is the only way through,
I finally figured out what I have to do.

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