I know it's nothing,
yet it builds up in my stomach,
Then it comes out in my emotions,
And it shows up in my decisions.
And I know im a rational thinker,
But when you push me, I get weaker,
And on impulse my words reach ya,
And justice serves and the words start to sink in.
Back, back, back to your room.
Close the door and think about what you do.
I know I like attention, but please don't stare,
I hate the tension +
When you count I fall to pieces,
But mom says he's hurt, and just to let him.
Back, back, back to your room.
Close the door and think about what you do.
I crawl back over again, standup,
And he screams right in my face,
"Why cant you just let it go?
Why cant you just let it go?"
I don't know.
Why music plays, or why people change,
Or why things don't ever go as planned,
And it's hard to stop being sad.
But dad,
Did you forget the rules?
I know im not good at this game yet,
But i think you broke a few.