Too many weeds in the flowers
Too many pills in the pharmacy now
Too many bugs in the shower
There's too much sh*t in the air we breathe now
There's too much 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
You try to help
You listen well
You cannot change the way i see