I woke this morning with a bump
The bitter world around me suddenly seemed naieve
Blissfully unaware of the tragedies around them
The silent hearts that quietly grieve
I left this morning with a bang
Slammed the twisted world out of my home
Closing my eyes to the tragedies around me
My thoughts lost inside some grief of my own
I drove this morning with roar
Passing the foul world at a foolish pace
Silently wishing that I was naieve too
Ignoring my pain, consumed with life's race
So will I sleep to night with a growl?
Disgust at the world; i wish would soon end
Drowning in the twisted grief within me
No; no by then, I'm usually silenced...