Too many weeds in the flowers

too many pills in the pharmacys now.

too many bugs in the shower

there's too much shit in the air we breathe now.

chorus: There's toomuch 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

(chorus)

You can try to help

you listen well

you cannot change the way I see