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
