I was first born. My mom is an alcholic, meanwhile my brother.. He thought naming me crybaby was good. Now im very sensitive and people bully me for that.
I seem to replace my brain with my heart, I take things so hard, than i fall apart.
I tried to explain but it was no use as my tears came rushing down.
Someone keeps turning the handle to the faucet in my eyes, I pour it all down where everyone could see.
My heart is to big for my body that it cant fit inside. I keep pouring all the tears out, i cant help it.
They call me crybaby, but I dont fucking care. So i will laugh through my tears to wear it out cause I dont fucking care, ill just let them drown.
Saturday:
I am all on my own and ive lost all my friends. Its not me, its them. I am one of a kind but no one else listens cares or understands. But those tears keep coming back again. Someone keeps turning the handle to the faucet in my eyes, I pour it all down where everyone could see.
My heart is to big for my body that it cant fit inside. I keep pouring all the tears out, i cant help it.
They call me crybaby, but I dont fucking care. So i will laugh through my tears to wear it out cause I dont fucking care, ill just let them drown.
I look at someone and I see myself.. I know them better than anyone else. And they have the same faucet in their eyes, So basically their tears are mine.
They call us crybaby, but we dont fucking care. We laugh through our tears cause we dont fucking care, we will just let them drown...
