There is an answer right here
I can feel it bubble and boil
It's cooked and ready to appear
Thus, ending my torturous toil

Now, how do I see it now, have it?
How do I receive it, for the relief?
How do I hold it right where I sit?
What if I waver and lose this belief?

They say, we can manifest anything
That's the thing: I have manifested it
But there's a distance still, something
Keep me from seeing the path I've lit

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I have never, never, known such grief
Such as this, this, treacherous torment
Grief with no indication of future relief
Grief, like a thief, steals every moment

It takes meaning away from everything
It's the only thing that can be, that is
Painfully, sadness is the only song I sing
Never been driven as deep down as this

My head hurts as if it's caught in a clamp
My stomach, sick, stirred up by the storm
My heart labours hard, it's at its lowest amp
And my body offers only tears, as the norm

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