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Woe, oh |
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I am in denial, and I am depressed |
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I will try to bargain with you, then share my anger with you |
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But I can't complete the full cycle of mourning |
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I struggle with acceptance |
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I can't forgive myself |
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Everything I touch turns to gold, then to coal |
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Everything I touch turns to rust, then to dust |
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My clothes are full of holes, hanging off my tired body |
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I command so much negativity, my charge drains the life from machinery |
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But I feel such powerlessness, when I struggle with forgiveness |
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Yet I don't know my own strength, when I destroy everything |
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Woe, oh |
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I am in denial, and I am depressed |