Mostly my soul is filled with love
But opposites can fit like gloves
That darker side an anger spree
Built up inside another me
A side effect of family trees

Where addictions hang like leaves
Shifting slowly in the breeze
Love is wrapped within barbed wire
Blued by the heat of lifetime fires

Normal for you may be your glue
But for others it is just not true
Normal for you may be their blue
Perhaps the same on the other shoe

You analyze just with your eyes
To deconstruct and scrutinize
And conjure up your pack of lies
To patronize what you describe
As what you see behind my eyes

Don’t tell me that I am feeling sorry
It’s such a common ******** story
That makes you feel right in your glory
But really it’s an empty lorry

Don’t tell me now that I need drugs
A social treatment understood like bugs
That makes the bad feel like the good
And transforms your mind right into wood

I think my song has just begun
I hope it’s long enough to run
From what will be when it is done
I know my soul is just not in
For any more of what has been