Society and religion teach us to love one another,
To follow the frameworks,
That filled their empty lives - empty minds.
The pressure I feel,
Is f*****g unreal.
Why can't they see my inability to love?
Why can't they open their eyes?
All they see is what they want to see.
They see their vision of me; it's not me!
How can I love others when I can't love
myself?
The pain I've felt has destroyed the love in me.
My frustration increases into a silent scream.
Where is the
relief? When can I be free?
I have tried to love but it can never be.
Hate is all I can ever feel.
To dwell on death is
love for me:
[Music - Greg, Bryan, Stuart. 9/1992]
[Lyrics - Greg. 8/1992]
