All this stuff
All this stuff inside
All this stuff inside of
All this stuff inside of me
All this stuff inside of me must
All this stuff inside of me must come
OUT!!!

Do you see me when I'm hungry?
Do you see me when I thirst?
Do you see my tears flowing
as I live out this curse?

Can you hear my words sounding?
Do they mean anything?
Or do you turn your ear
to overt the sting?

Do you taste my sweetness?
Do you taste my salt?
Do you taste the bitterness
that is sadly your fault?

Can you feel my anquish,
or do I hide it well,
through my scarred skin
so no one can tell.

Will you just touch me -
reach out your hand,
or is it just to painful
to simply take a stand?

I suppose this is it.
It's just the way it is.
This is all I can hope for,
a coke with no fizz.