The Tariff

My heart was beating, my voice was soft
my mind was aching, as I was drifting off
Trapped in a dimension, of unparellel means
I was so critical, about every little thing!

I lost in my thoughts, I was feeling insane
I was starving myself, to deepen the pain
remembering the ideas, that I forgot about
my mouth was hurting, as I was crying out loud

Pain forgotten, words can play,
the laughter of women can sound so great
but was that the feeling, that I was looking for
the idea for another, the idol door

Walking through that door, to pay a price
the things we did, to take advice,
and can you find the will to find your way
taking a chance, on the will of hurt
to which, I did, eat the right
the wrong to ease a pain that did not die.