turn up

drowned out the ways. turn up the reason's why. irritability leaves a stain none of us can deny. with this heart you have played, and another man's soul has died. now turn up the questions why. broken in his heart and overwhelmed in his mind. you take a bit more of him little pieces at a time. confusion leaves a break that any weight will divide. now hate turns up and pushes thru the tide. hate me, and those ways heartache seems to control my manipulative mind. don't, however, fill your head with any questions why.