It's time to put it straight. I dislike the way you act. I said, hey. Get off my back. . End of discussion. You're not getting used. None will give you sympathy.
It keeps me awake, it grows to my head. My body aches, my feelings are dead. I turn my eyes inside out. Gaze into the hell I created, burned out. . Lost everything I had for a word.
Rejected by my own kind. don't understand the crime I've done. should never have trusted that hatebreed. maybe I'm better of gone. is this a punishment for being scared.
Head bowed in silence. Scarcely sane in mind. Strung out, internal violence. Confusion fills my time. . Stare back at my face, neurotic eyes. Joy and despair collides.