As I sit here thinking,
Of love and happiness
All a sudden a cloud,
Of hate and lust enters my head
Making me think
Of that in which I most dread
Nothing can stop to burning fire
Not even him in which I admire
I close my eyes
Hoping the feelings
Will go away
But I only feel the
Death and disorder
That’s making me disarranged
Not even god is helping
What is there left to do?
Maybe this razor will help
But luckily the bad feeling is through
And once more, I’m sitting here thinking of you.
