What can't I feel,

Beneath this glass shield?

Underneath all the stupid hate

And cold-blooded distaste?

What have I lost

While I turned the other cheek?

Leaving me to feel weak.

Soundless and pointless weren't meek.

What have I gained

From this nightmare?

No more disaster fairs.

It's cone like I really cared.

What will I love?

And it's not so what if I packed up and alone?

Leaving me for someone other.

Sorry I hate you, dear father.

Why do I cry

If tears cleanse the soul?

And I'm just a fool

With no soul to cleanse.