Am I just to be dragged along with guilt and passion
I'm afraid deeply inside and I feel
like my hands are bound and my face is down scraping along this pathetic layer of existence anyway...
Should I force myself to pull my head on out and take a listen
or be pushed back down into a layer of guilt hate and depression
Do you enjoy making me feel pathetic.
As i squirm to find some passion in you.
Bottled up within this hope of reason
Bound to explode under the fucking pressure

Left alone. To think this through once again.