• laying in bed i realize
    what a fool of myself I've made
    i reminisce and ponder over the long hours i spent
    trying to prove myself to you but to no avail

    is there nothing i can do?
    will i ever please you my dear
    am i truly the beast
    you make me out to be?

    oh why must we fight?
    can't I once be right?
    no my dear it is too much to ask
    this is too simple a task

    i must make it a riddle
    i must make you try
    i must have an agenda
    for this is what you expect

    twisting turning
    my words my feelings my soul
    until it is so sick and twisted
    that i can not bear myself!