(Oh sappy rhymes escaping
that had been sitting and whining
so fucking impatiently in my head)

I care too much
to the point of aching
I hold my expectations up too high
to the point where I lose touch
that people aren't really as attentive
and really don't care back that much
its a natural instinctive behavior
one that I know all too well
we are alone
together
in our handmade little hell

Who are the people
that make us want to live?
Do they know about it all....
All the love we give?

We get buried in our own mess
hardly time to dig others out of theirs
And then we'll piss and moan and babble
and pull out all our hairs

Slap on a smile
Get 'the fuck over ourselves'
Hang up our troubles on the back of mental shelves
But don't be relieved just yet

They're still there to haunt us
They're still there for later

Just because we trust ourselves
Doesn't make us any less of traitors