| How frustrated I feel all day long, |
| for something I can't help her to see; |
| Not that she think it matters, "I'm wrong," |
| Those are the words to set herself free; |
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| All red in the face with my anger, |
| a blatant show that I truly cared; |
| Though this seems to constantly linger, |
| God, please guide me to be not so flared; |
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| All in all, its good to be alive, |
| though as troubled as I seem to feel; |
| Trust it will eventually subside, |
| I feel crushed by this Titan's boot heel; |
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| Won't stay an emotional coward, |
| God please give me the strength to stay clean; |
| After all its your greatest power, |
| to love us all equally esteemed; |
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| I leave myself in your knowing hands, |
| where else would you have me run into; |
| A house of crack with adoring fans, |
| Please God, just tell me something to do; |