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