too many weeds in the flowers
  too many pills in the pharmacy now
  too many bugs in the shower
  there's too much shit in the air we breathe now
    there's too much anger inside me
  there's too much scarring when i bleed
  there's too much therapy i need
  there is no god that i have seen
    there's too much doubt in my mom's words
  there's too much fear in the way she sees life
  i wonder if i'm just like her
  i wonder if i can make myself right
    you try to help
  you listen well
  you cannot change the way i see