Feeling hormonal and fragile
Up is down, down is up
I canít tell the difference
Would just love for my mind to be silent.
I take everything as an attack
Want to strike back but find I canít
I just stand there beside myself
Looking in and out at my frail self,
Noticing the imbalance
between love, anger, hatred and regret.
Up is down again.
Would just love for my heart to be silent.
The rage in me goes on, the anger it thrives
Regret eats me up inside.
While love hides away.
Its brightness too bright for my gloomy day.