I'm bitternand I'm weaker than the othersnbut my spirit's still strongnI'm tugging at my hairstringsnfrom the inside of my skullnBut the only way to get them outnis to pull them innnThe surface is misleadingnto the thinkings that hang in my headnSo I'm writing this ode to something morenThat's why I'm writing this ode to something more