Bottled Up Grievance Lyrics

13th Draft Bottled Up Grievance

What words should I use to say what I feel!
So many times, I know I can start my, speech again, but my role becomes so short.
Why with every breath something says to me no!
What would I do if that illness woke up now?
There is no gonna' to be even one word of praise of your perfections war, before you don't take a

look in yourself and whisper your faults.
When i see picture, that I want describe you, things which make me easy change to nightmares that I

create in maze of my sic mind.
So "shallow" visions, That I can't see the bottom, So then space that I can't move on.
If it's silly you can blame my, but if it's not, what pictures do you see?