Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come
Life pressures building, wanna come undone
I look for release in unique places
Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces.
I think of his future and the knife cuts so deep
Who will love him and where will he sleep?
There’s gotta be more than this wretched existence
Mysterious energy tells of gross preexistence.
At least it’s not anger, of which I despise
When I see the world clearly through incredible hulk eyes
Then I fall back so fiercely to a living truth
With disdain for so many, but a comfort in youth.
Now the tears flow fully and it hurts so sad
And all I can think is how they’ll treat him so bad
The future has scorned me, so now I defer
In a the present that torments, where scars are incurred.