it's, it's easier. to be angry.
to hate the whole motherfucking world

(see? see? i drop those goddamned dirty words
when i'm trying really hard to feel something.)

but oh, oh lord, sometimes it's hard. sometimes
i can't bring myself to feel that
fury, that rage, that heat and disgust.

sometimes i just... sometimes i just feel so,
so alone...

lonely, lonely, i'm lonely. does that
make you happy? are you finally satisfied?
i'm ready to stop, i'm ready to admit it,
you can win, if you want. i'll
say i lose, if you'll only let me feel something again.