I have a question for you: Do you know the brutal agony That wrenches your heart asunder When you have your child, Your flesh and blood, Torn viciously from you As you lie helplessly in bed Ignorant to the tormented crying of your baby?
I have a question for you: Do you know the burning fury That scorches and swarms in your soul When someone you loathe Can manipulate your every movement As if you are a foolish juvenile?
Do you know the roaring beast of betrayal That casts rotten, merciless shadows Over every bleak thing You lay your tortured, tear-pricked eyes upon?
Do you know the unrelenting guilt That destroys every comfort you desperately seek And drowns you in your own misery When your entire family die On your very conscience?
If so, then you are only A few steps closer to Understanding the torment That grinds me up every night Only to spit me out each morning For the hell dogs I called my friends To sniff at in disdain
You are only a few steps closer To entering the churning, Burning, Thrashing Sea that eats me whole When the fragile walls around my happiness Shatters into millions of pieces.
So I have a question for you: Do you have a single clue About the real world?