I am so angry
This hate is so pure...

What is left of me?
I think it has all gone to sleep...

There is nothing left to do
But sigh of frustration...

Someone once told me
There was this place you could go...

Thank you for never being a lost cause
I love you with all my heart...

This feeling
Hidden deep inside my soul...

Fiddle takes the sizzors to her skin
And when she does reliefe comes settin' in...

What is the word
When your feeling more than one thing...

So glittery is the snow
So beautiful you'll never know...

Night is befalling
They are bare...

This feeling is stale
It's the one that makes my mouth dry, and achy...

There exist words that inspire
Words that are extracted from deep inside the soul...