My feelings will kill me one day.
Maybe not now, but maybe later.
Depression, hopelessness in every way
Choke me until I gain back my anger.
And coming home seems to be so good,
Until I see the people from my past.
I should escape, but even if I could
At first I must take over my own rust.
I think I must let go my words,
Betray the pain and be happy.
Turf off my screaming dirty rain
But poison makes my head so pappy.
I guess I am still wondering in fog
Of previous mistakes, revenges.
It is my life, it is my clog.
But am I ready for the changes?