I don't know what I'm feeling right now
Is it love?
Is it hate?
Whatever the hell it is, can you tell it to go away?
All its flopping and uncoiling in my stomach is making me sick
Sick of being sick.
Maybe by explaining it, it will go away.
I don't know.
I seem to be caught between two wheels
And both are grinding me to pieces
I've talked about it, thought about it,
Nothing seems to help
This aching in my heart and this twisting in my gut
Whatever I do, it doesn't go away.
Every day I'm reminded of what i don't have.
Every day it's harder to keep my chin up
To keep my fasade unphased.
One day, I'll get fed up, and upchuck my sanity.
The little I have left
Maybe when that happens that little wriggling snake will leave with it
And I'll be home free
Just me without my sanity
Just me without the jealousy, the tears, and the pain