It's times like these that the pit of my stomach turns
growing full of spines, sprouting pain that just burns
I yearn to understand the rottin fruit of this selflesness
out to flunk me, and end killing me in this relentless test
awed at the spectacle of a grown mans broken sentiments
scopin tense moments of denial just hoping up against a fence
cheaters way out -showered my thoughts but I'm no coward
Ill clutch the stem until my hands bleed and then eat the flower
slowly release rage through words on a tear soaken paper
and blind the guide who took the broken path he called safer
so I stand here now looking up, broken but stronger
and release a silent scream at love saying my hope is no longer