When things are stacking up My mind is packing up And I've had enough Of a world that seems to hate me Of a world where theres no one left to save me The new one The lost one The young one All of them in my head I wish I were dead For causing this turmoil Which I dread Bury me in the soil Before my anger is fed By a lost tease A new crush And a young love Who knows where it'll lead Now hush And fly away my dove It bulds up to pull me down Until I'm underground Until I cant hear the sound Of three sweet voices in which I've drowned In love with the lost Lost with the young And a young friendship with the new A voice of reason is trapped behind a door Because where you have one voice I have six more Reason Is not what they speak Treason Is all that they reap I've come to a new assumption Drowning in an emotional eruption
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind