What bothers me is the search to find
The hell, the fury, and all that is combined
What bothers me is the people I hate
The dreams I use to decide their fate
What bothers me is the changing of minds
The types of people, none of a kind, yea
You have, you have, you have, you have to use me now
I, I, I, I, I know just how
And you, you, you, you want to go
Cause I, I, I, I, I want you so
What bothers me is the madness inside
You're scared, you're lonely with no place to hide
You know I can't stop thinking of you
Looking at me, your eyes askew
What bothers me is the way we die
It's all too easy, it must be a lie, yea
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got to know
That I, I, I, I, I won't let go
Forget, forget, forget, forget, forget you know me
Let, let, let, let, let me be
What bothers me is the love you make
You never give, but you always take, yea