Martedì, 06 Aprile, 2004 | Posted by Marie Sven Gerkin at 10:21

My life is like a hole filled with noise and sound
Always stress and tension heartache and frown
Never quiet and silence
Never no more
The hole keeps going on never to an end
Never to a bright spot and never to a friend

The hole keeps getting deeper
With twisting and turns
Trying to find a purpose, trying to find the cause
The cause is why it all began, it's why I'm here today
When I find the cause the bottom's very near