Frustration is what I feel when I talk to you when you tell me to change.
Frustration is what I feel when you tell me to be something I just can’t be.
How deep are the feelings, is it worth all the pain that I feel?
Something outside myself is controlling. Destructive, it’s painful but I can’t let go.
Frustration is what I feel when my life turns into something else.
I can’t help but feel that I’m degraded just because of you.
Frustration is what I feel when I talk to you when you tell me to change.
Frustration is what I feel when you tell me to be something I just can’t be.
Frustration, my mind is, in turmoil, destroy.
Sweet indulgence sinks down like the syringe, abandon former values.
