Putting pen to paper
Like putting glass to my wrist
Pouring my heart out
Wearing my emotion on my fist
Punching through the sorrow
Biting at the grief
Anger is my only friend
Suffering my belief
I could let the tears flow
And let you hold me all the night
But what if I don\'t feel better
What if you wasn\'t right?
The anger is what fuels me
From the whole you left behind
The day you left for heaven
Is the day my heart turnt blind