Like a leach on my brain
on my heart
It's constant
It's always present
that leach on my brain
on my heart
that's called anger
that's called sorrow.

Like a wasp on my brain
on my heart
it strikes when I least expect it
that wasp on my brain
on my heart
it feeds on my anger
it feeds on my sorrow

I incentive that creature on my brain
on my heart
so it never goes away
It's constant
and I can feel it weaken me
by using my anger
by using my sorrow
against me
I can feel it weaken me
by using my weapons
against me.