Sometimes I wonder why I'd rather be free
Then I remember the way you talk to me
Oh how I wish to say, "Shut up dear"
I haven't slept in a year

Violent thoughts in my mind because of all the pressure
God help you if we were to go near a wheat thresher
When I think of you my stomach overflows with rage
But a different feeling from the beating object in my ribcage

Left alone in my room
Thinking of you here in gloom
And deep thoughts I ponder
Then this question I dare to wander
If you were to die
Would I even cry?