Anger - Falling Flowers

Bored with the chains of nonsense

Tied and suffocated on my issues

It is all about the consequences

It is all the choices I never choose

How should I survive?

It´s blurry all the time

Hanging my anger

With my anger thoughts

Through my anger mind

The anger makes me blind.

Hanging my anger

With my anger thoughts

Makes me crawl at night

The anger that I feel inside.

The feelings I hang out with

Are wasted and are flushed

Cause no one seems to care

Things they can´t see or touch.