pull the red from the skin

white marble box sitting on the ground
the fake grass covers the dirt
i want to scream and ripe it off
this is not real
none of this is real

but i keep my arms pinned down to my side
and i swallow back to scream
taking it all in stride
somethings you’re never ready to do
somethings you can’t prepare for

this is one of those times
when emotions run high
and the anger boils over in me
this is one of those times
when emotions run high
i want to scream and ripe it off
this is not real
none of this is real

i refuse to accept the fact
that the little white box
will be buried in the ground
when did traditions become so superficial
was this suppose to help me
was this suppose to make it easier
to say goodbye on a day like this
is something that i refuse to do

this is one of those times
when emotions run high
and the anger boils over in me
this is one of those times
when emotions run high
i want to scream out loud

nothing will change this
nothing will wane this
feeling inside of me
i lost someone
a part of me is gone
i can’t remember
what he said or how he said it
i can’t remember
why can’t i remember

this is one of those times
when emotions run high
and the anger boils over in me
this is one of those times
when emotions run high
i want to scream out loud
this is not real
none of this is real