We all walk in
with thoughts at our feet
heads in the sky
caring what people think
emotional we are
everything goes too deep
till finally we're overwhelmed
emotional thinkers
emotional livers
everything matters on our moods
our moods change a lot
happy and content
mad and outraged
sad and depressed
Prozac, Zoloft, nothing helps
depression is anger
directed toward one's self
but giving in too quick
would take away the fun
putting ourselves through misery
looking at the gun
every single day
we care all too much
every little thing gets to us
we've had well more than enough
taking away ourselves,
very slowly
giving us all the fun
that our useless lives need
pretty pictures
permanent on our arms
the time and pain put in
compares nothing to what had made it
emotional thinkers
think too deep
until finally there's only one thing to see
everyone caused it
they won't leave you alone
when we have had enough
we'll let our story be known
you are the one that started it
and she is the one that let it go
he is the one that I told...
I cut at myself (no secret now)
until finally, behold
nothing left there but
raw flesh and broken bone
broken hearts, fallen dreams
everything you did
remained in me
emotional to this life
and everyone around
but now it's not a secret
that's why I'm in the ground
I gave everyone a warning
they didn't accept
I finally did it
I bet no one wept
it wasn't a secret, but kept as one
all the warnings I gave
and still not a thing was done
