So Frustrated

I'm too twisted for you, You're not twisted enough

I feel the things you feel, But you'd rather act tough

I'm at home but I'd rather be farther away

I could run but what good would that do anyway?

When your indifference is tragic, and I'm too frustrated to mention

I'll explode or be silent, anything for your attention

I'll try to be honest, but that never gets through

So it'll build up for some time, and then we'll be through

We've run out of words, our talk is so cheap

It never was anything ever worthy of "deep"

You and I don't run on the same kind of fuel

Whatever we both are, i'm too different from you