I hear them
the frustrated tears
beating at the back of my head
the Confusion
slithering it's tight hold on my heart
that much tighter
squeezing, gripping
working its way into my blood stream
now every blood cell's infected
someones been telling me there's a cure
but i can't find it
or maybe i can't afford it
maybe clarity is too expesive for me
even though I'd humbly drop down to my knees
and beg for it
it seems just out of my reach
my skin cells are weeping for a relief that may never come
thirsting for an opportunity
stretching to its max
but soon it'll reach its limit and break
bursting at seems with my infected blood cells
covering everybody

Damn

your Confused now too