I'm so frustrated it's not fun,
I'll melt in the hot sun,
I'm calling for rain.
I'm asking for people,
To tear down the steeple,
And destroy all the pain.
Yet I'm here all alone tonight,
My future's not looking too bright,
And I know that things won't be alright.
I'm just ready to end it,
The fire will be lit,
I'm consumed by fear.
No more angry voices,
And difficult choices,
Where are you my dear?
When did this all begin?
I'm tired of trying to pretend,
This is good-bye, this is the end.