I don't think you understand this
As I open up my viens
And let these heavy emotions
Spill out onto the page.
I let go of reservations
Which were once so greatly weighted.
Speaking all the little thoughts
Which seemed to grow so old and dated.
Cool, calm and collected.
Just emotionally neglected.
Just grab my hand...
You must understand...
Why is it you draw out my feelings of shame?
You seem so much father ahead in this game.
I'm confused.
Abused
Just so utterly used.
But you just seem to know how to soothe
This rage
Of tangled emotion.
With undying devotion.
Because he who cares the least
Is the one that always wins.
You hold me up so high yet you keep my head at level.
You put me in my place and bring out my inner devils.
You make me feel so proud yet undeniably self conscious.
You make me feel so humble yet incredibly self righteous.
I'm screaming out loud
The secrets I kept quiet.
I'm extremely legitimate
Yet your the only kid who'll buy it.
Every time you push away
You draw me further in.
Because he who cares the least
Is the one that always wins.
