There's something to say
For a man who will stay
His love is expressed
Inside of this way
Under the anger, a festering wound
Under my bed like a monster it moves
Run like a fox from what ruins my mood
Done and I'm shot and for demons I'm food
Out of my mouth into malice - I'm cruel
Ooze from my nose into illness - achoo!
I could have solved this with solace, it's true
It didn't have to cause chaos and rue
I could have cried, if I'd tried I could choose...
Tears are a way to transcend and transmute
Who asked you
To trade me
For glory?
Nobody
And not me
Certainly
How could I?
Why would I?
My God, I
Want to fly
Too