too many weeds in the flowers
too many pills in the pharmacy now
too many bugs in the shower
there`s too much shit in the air we breathe now
there`s too much anger inside me
there`s too much scarring when i bleed
there`s too much therapy i need
there is no god that i have seen
there`s too much doubt in my mom`s words
there`s too much fear in the way she sees life
i wonder if i`m just like her
i wonder if i can make myself right
you try to help
you listen well
you cannot change the way i see
