Slowly but surely,

I start to inflate,

There's nothing left in me,

Except the rage and hate.

Slowly but surely,

The anger piles up,

I can't take it anymore,

I'm going to erupt.

Slowly but surely,

My life seems unreal,

The more I breathe in,

The less I feel.

Slowly but surely,

Will come the day,

Where I won't be able to hold it,

And I, myself, will pay.