Sensitive.. Emotional.. Easy to hurt... These were the tags I was stapled with once Though I always got the friends who were sick ones But my family values didn't let my innocence loose Honesty was glued to me like a sticky noose Then my life slowly moved forward I couldn't count how many times ppl broke my heart I try to build trust until the reliance rust I rushed into chemistry when I had to know the science first Doctors said I'm suffering from nasal polyps & sinusitis But I think they're wrong, Could be the broken pieces of my heart choking my Pharynx A bag of sentimental shxt With every puff I wanna pour it out This pain is not much but I don't wanna endure it now And now no wound I feel, I don't even bleed after getting cut You're free to try, I'm a good host now Nothing bugs me much .. Still Not dead, But cold as hell.... Not having a single nerve you can touch