EMOtions
In our world, people pick on others flaws and criticize
Looking at their splinters, before the plank in our eyes
There is a rhyme and reason for our intricate motions
From the simple greetings to the more explicit notions
Bring to peace the sorrow, for it isn't becoming of man
God created you and I, but we do nothing He planned
We continue forward, our bodies with hearts crushed
Lead ourselves to believe harsh words thrown at us
Saddened and damaged, now crumbling at the knees
Courageously moving from mumbling, as we scream
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife
It is miserable to hide that which cannot be hidden
So we're stained with pain until it flows like crimson
Beaten and battered, scattered thoughts race through
Picking at the scars and hurts, no wonder they HATE you