There Goes my Organs

Cope is word I haven’t come to terms with
Like a funeral for an unknown friend of a friend
I still never came to terms with your death
I guess I’m no good at making friends
I guess I’ll never come to terms with how it felt
Yet I still feel it raging on, the fire burning
It chews up all my insides into mulch

I’d love to feel some pain
To over ride the current
To wash away the torrent
There goes my organs!

Despair is word I haven’t come to terms with
Like a funeral for an unknown friend of a friend
I still never came to terms with your death
I guess I’m a short way from
I guess you’ll never understand just how it feels
Yet I still feel it stinging on, the bee stinging
It injects pure pain into my skin into my veins

I’d love to feel some pain
To over ride the current
To wash away the torrent
There goes my organs!

I can’t force into these lungs,
My throat bears a sign
And it says no entry
Can anybody hear me?

I’d love to feel some pain
To over ride the current
To wash away the torrent
There goes my organs!