Garbage

Making my heart beat isn't that simple anymore.

It takes more than one breath to cary the air to my lungs.

It takes more than one look to get the picture on my head.

It takes more than one simple cut to make me bleed.

I'm full of melodramatic thoughts, suicidal tendencies and shit!

I'm not aspiring to Emo,

but everybody had emotions, everybody is emotional, even showing strength,

even that in pictures we try to faking smiles,

hiding real feelings, hiding the pain,

there's always a part of us that still suffer.

let the tears drop, down your face,

somebody will clean them up,

spoil your feelings by the eyes,

open yourself,

let the others see who you really are,

we don't have anything to prove. to anyone.