Too many weeds in the flowers
too many pills in the pharmacys now.
too many bugs in the shower
there's too much shit in the air we breathe now.
chorus: There's toomuch anger inside me
there's too much scarring when I bleed
there's too much therapy I need,
there is no God that I have seen.
There's too much doubt in my mom's words
there's too much fear in the way she sees life
I wonder if I'm just like her
I wonder if I can make myself right
(chorus)
You can try to help
you listen well
you cannot change the way I see
