' Frustration ' leads to ' damnation '
What's that supposed to mean?
Frustration hurts one deep inside,
So much to be foreseen.

It hurts when I hit the wall,
It hurts when I think of you,
I'm holding out a sign of peace,
but it's still a weapon to you.

You say that maybe you should die,
But do you know I'm already dead?
Maybe you're delusional,
But I'm the one who bled.

It's not funny,
we both know,
We love but still,
what we reap we sow.

My eyes are swollen from crying
while yours is bright with anger,
I should be the one who's dead,
Maybe then it'll all be better