Admit It

I'll admit it
I have no cause to scream for
I'm angry
That I've nothing to dream for
But open eyes
And closed sores

I'll admit that it's passion
That drives me
It wakes me up in the morning
It's what I thrive on
But passion is beautiful
And dangerous
And twists the knife in

I'll admit I'm sorry you left me
Sorry you're broken
Tired of lies
And deception
Tired of falsified
Tradition, Religion

I'll admit
It's hard to see
Time go
When there's nothing
To it
To make it go faster

I'll admit
It's hard to go on
To sustain myself with passion
This cold ration
Of feeling
It keeps me alive
(trying to want it)
But barely believing
Screaming but barely
Breathing