I shed some tears,
Down the years,
But really not all that many.
Not nearly enough,
I seemed to act tough,
Like I just couldn't give a ha'penny.
But reality is,
The more that I whizz,
Thru emotional moments sans feelings.
I get in a tizz,
No analysis,
Will help the pain with some healing.
How terribly odd,
I can't cry to god,
Or anyone else who is listening.
Even alone,
No tears from stone,
My cheeks are never glistening.
I'm quite removed,
Of that I have proved,
Yet once or twice through the years.
I've thought of the one's,
I've lost to the drums,
And manage to shed two tears.
Isn't is strange,
The pets that I've gained,
I cried like a baby when dead.
It's only with folks,
My emotions are jokes,
And so it shall always be read.
How awfully cruel,
To be born without tool,
To manage the pressures that build.
Just to release,
Like it needed some grease,
That which my mind has been filled.
Down the years,
But really not all that many.
Not nearly enough,
I seemed to act tough,
Like I just couldn't give a ha'penny.
But reality is,
The more that I whizz,
Thru emotional moments sans feelings.
I get in a tizz,
No analysis,
Will help the pain with some healing.
How terribly odd,
I can't cry to god,
Or anyone else who is listening.
Even alone,
No tears from stone,
My cheeks are never glistening.
I'm quite removed,
Of that I have proved,
Yet once or twice through the years.
I've thought of the one's,
I've lost to the drums,
And manage to shed two tears.
Isn't is strange,
The pets that I've gained,
I cried like a baby when dead.
It's only with folks,
My emotions are jokes,
And so it shall always be read.
How awfully cruel,
To be born without tool,
To manage the pressures that build.
Just to release,
Like it needed some grease,
That which my mind has been filled.
