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.
