........

Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love

Make room for the prey
'Cause your coming in
With what you wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...

I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

She says remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back

It's just a fad
Part of the hurt, love, angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

She says remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back

Why does it?

Why does it hurt when I am supposed to be happy?

Why does it keep telling me I want to die?

Why does it make me less of a man?

Why does it make you hate me?

Why does it make me take from those around me?

Why does it ?

Cut to the quick......

I have been mulling over the extreme this week, amputation. But alas my research has led to a 70/30 split between positive and negative. (and since I am posting it here it is safe to assume that the + is not the majority).