I feel tormented,
I feel rejected,
Over and over,
Again and again…
I see them coming,
All through my body,
Up and down,
Up and down,
Poof and Gone
And nothing’s done…
Slippery and slow
I’m weary in this flow
That my plant may not grow,
And nothing did I sow…
I hear doors,
Opening and closing,
Shouting and marching,
Growling and fighting,
And they are singing no rhyming…
I bind,
I find,
I cry,
And I’ll die…
Here I suffer
Now and tougher,
Nothing better,
Going sober…
Oh tell me,
Is it over?
Is it over yet?
No you can’t treat me this way!
You feed me like I pay,
That I bleed in this day…
No, you cannot slice my heart…
For you won’t find it as I hide…
And you never hear my pain!
In your land you just threw me in vain.
What else do want to me bare with pain,
As I sleep in this glass of rain,
You left nothing for me to gain,
Nothing even a single grain… !
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