• Sometimes I just want to yell.
    Yell at the world
    That they can all go to hell.

    I can't take this anymore.
    This dissapointment
    Is starting to shake me to my core.

    All you men love to play.
    Play with our emotions
    Without a care to what you say.

    Some of you don't see.
    See how it affects us
    And who we could be.

    Are you standing there?
    Standing, asking if
    You have had a share?

    If you are, it's probably not.
    Not true, but really,
    It all depends, who are you?