What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks? I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying. My eyes are leaking and my body feels so weak. I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
читать дальшеI'm a thinker, not a feeler. I don't deal with issues, I just call my dealer. An emotional iceberg, I pimp my feelings. Got a thick skin, I think it's appealing.
I was a clever child, I was never wild. I could remember every phone number that I ever dialed. I was remote but in control. The die was cast, cast myself in a starring role.
And I learned how to feign affection. Learned how to kiss babies. Every day's an election. Moved in slow-motion, with no emotion. Started story-telling, they were lol-ing.
Started thinking differently. Epiphany I turned into a different me And thus began the infamy It's the infant in me, I have fun with bad puns But sorry, 'cause the story is a sad one.
And they say that tears are not enough But I'll cry for a woman if she's hot enough. And I'll cry for attention so you will love me. And I'll cry just to mess with your impression of me.
And I know it's tempting to call me a sad clown. 'Cause my mouth tells jokes but my fingers make sad sounds. Call me a drama-queen, I'm fiercer than shake shears. I know what it takes to be the Shakespeare of these fake tears.
I'm unshakable, 100% control. My heart is cold as the Yukon, it's also black as coal. Oh, I'm not capable of shedding all these tears. My life is lived like a movie, telling lies is my career.
So what's this salty water streaming down my cheeks? I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
So I turn on the Fossetts. Sympathy. Symphony. You hear violins and massive rumblings of timpani. I started thinking differently. Epiphany. I turned into a different me. Thus began the infamy.
My legs tremble and my chin quivers. My nose is running, running very fast, my body shivers. If this is crying, I get it now. It hurts, but it feels good, so let it out.
The master of deflection, I absorb the tension. Pale is my complexion, my whole jaw clenching. I just won't cry and you know why? I already got bloodshot eyes 'cause I'm so high.
What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks? I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
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