Too many emotions
To keep track of at one time
Such a sense of motion
Such a sense of my own crimes

Who's left to notice
When I feel this convulsion
You say you know this
I look at you in revulsion

Aspirations are all
I could still hope to achieve
Be a man and stand tall
Take what you have to recieve

And this gnawing sense of failure
Is too much for me to bear
If you had a sense of compassion
You would leave me here to die