although I twist and turn at night I'll always vomit to the sound when off the quite car light goes and the door is swiftly slamed through the gate you wisper unconsered about sound fire wores up in the city every where you've been twausing turning hurting burning I hate my little sin but you seem to point it out quit well the sin is me I can not change the karma is so heavy here the tension rises high the yelling the screaming the back and forth the door that you will never open I want to leave I want to cry but together youll intaragate my full slate of intention back and forth between you selve while I scream at the top of my lungs you'll throw me down you'll show me how to shutup when I'm told than take away all I love than give it back in a seconde tawse my feeling around around and blame me for my mind while you sit there and you laugh cause you can make up my life fill my slate with hell and hurt and tell me every thing will be just FINE