Vent

Sweet Frustration

Vent


I feel I'm walking through this, my life, paralyzed 
But this sweet frustration keeps me alive 
It seems like 

I have died a thousand days 
Just to feel this quicksand 
Every moment is embraced 
By this sweet frustration 

Pain, from throwing my insides out 
Only to decompose right in front of my eyes 
It seems like 
And someday my sweet frustrations will bloom 

I have died a thousand days for this sweet frustration