Take my pain and bury it underneath your humble soil,
Bleed into the ground, leaving these open sores,
Carrying my memories all latched up within a cage called Mind,
Torn beyond the hearts repair rate, bleeding like we're wasting time.

Truely I've heard enough out of you,
Tired of all excuses and my fuse is about to end,
Scraping brain out of the pan called Head,
Mesmerizing, you complete the dead,
You are the song the mute sings,
You are the music the deaf listens to,
And, last but not least, you make me happy (Impossible to do),
And what do you do?
You fuck me over,
Instead of being loved back,
Fuck love, I HATE IT!
I wish I was capable of not feeling,
Feeling - FeelingS - FUCK THEM!
I'm not dealing with this SHIT!
Instead I'm going to isolate and shield myself,
Shield from Love.