Feel

The world is cruel But so are you You don't know the truth It's filled with shit And covered in spit And we live in it And she's not here But she is shaking There's a wind inside her mind And her blue eyes, her lovely eyes Makes me wonder why You wanna know how I feel But I don't wanna tell you You wanna know, is it real? But I don't wanna kill you The toxic waste has covered her face Blood shut eyes of gaze Inside it's cold, or so I'm told And it smells like mold And I'm not here And I am wasted Like a road without a sign But her cool smile, her lovely smile Makes me ponder why You wanna know how I feel But I don't wanna tell you You wanna know, if it's real? But I don't wanna kill you