theres trouble in my soul, its gotten cold and callused/
i start to think that im alone and i feel so off-balanced/
my spirits dont just drip away, but they flow in gallons/
they say to patiently await for what i know's a challange/
but as a whole im saddened, not to mention stubborn as well/
its like im stuck in a cell, and i wanna run from this hell/
but im too darn troubled myself, so i got nothing to help/
there's a hopeful voice inside me, but its too subtle to tell/