Is it fake tears if I can make myself cry in a minute
For there are things close to my heart, that even if I remember it
A stream of emotions hits me, and yet I can't forget it
Too much has happened in life, you wouldn't get it
No one does, and no one ever would
The world has never been as it should
And you may say I'm over and melodramatic
All I can say it isn't by choice, the change feels drastic
From not feeling to feeling all too much
The journey is the opposite of fantastic
I never asked for this, flame isn't desired by a matchstick
And so, I still continue on my search
To find something that'll dull my hurts.