I crack the lock to the plastic box
that holds my broken soul

Much like pandora or a dark brown aura, it is lacking a true goal

But I search and search for a drive or thirst, to keep me wanting breathe

But I can't hold you, or escape the morning dew, so I only call for death

Save me please, from the promising breeze, that offers itself to me

*** I hate this life, I am filled with strife, and I need purpose desperately

As likely as this, an "I do" then a kiss, at my empty tender age

That's why I black out and drink, constantly on the brink, of showing my true rage

You'll cry and scream, like a memorable dream, in which you see gods face

He's filled with disgust, and like a bike chain with rust, hates our stagnant race

I call for hope, from the Buddha or pope, but no redemption will be given

I am destined to leave, on a day where some will greave, about the short life that hath been liveth

Oh this day will come, like the setting of the sun, and I will be free of shame

**** her and hate him, any future is grim, and there is only you to blame