If they cut their finger
It's proclaimed a mortal wound
If someone loans a smile to them
It turns into a swoon
If they have an obstacle
It soon becomes a dragon
If they cant get out of bed
A lifetime they'll be laggin'
If they feel attraction
Then a goddess do they make
And don't even get me started
On what they write about heartbreak
Everything is magnified
To the tenth degree
In a collection of fantastic
The most dramatic one is me!
so what if i was dramatic
that doesn't mean that i didn't feel that way
you met me right around the time my dad broke my heart
he was everything to me
and he broke my heart
and you got to sit back and watch
without knowing me
and I'm sorry if that is all i talked about
but you were my best friend
who else was i supposed to go to?
supposed to trust?
apparently anyone else would have been a better choice
I'm sorry things ended the way they did
never call me dramatic again
Who was I to think we had something worth keeping?
Certainly not you.
We played the game.
I thought I understood the rules.
I thought you were trying to break through.
My walls oh so high
They hid the sun from you
And you saw my darkness.
In the dark you found truth.
Unable to understand it, you ran from it's grip.
Too tight around you,
the darkness is unwelcoming.
If only you knew that if you held on a little longer,
the sun was to rise and from truth love were to arise.
But you disengaged.
Saw the truth and convoluted them into lies.
But a heartbroken metaphor
for I think I miss you more.
You've moved on,
naturally and genuinely.
I sat here,
The wreck I am is now ordinary,
it's becoming a cycle.
Behind all the caution tape, suffocating,
it begins to feel like a cage.
The battle scars I wear
are revealed, exposed like it's show and tale
and I'm in the spotlight like an animal,
all the eyes on me without fail.
I've never been much of a dramatic, but I feel like I could die.
I've never liked to play your games, but I wanna run and hide.
The noose these days is starting to become some kind of collar
and depression's like when you ride the line
til' you hit the edge and you fall in farther.
I've never been much of a dramatic, but really what am I?
For an excessively passive person
I'm easily annoyed, easily appalled.
People are so stupid, vapid, mediocre
and you know its true so you try to
be deep and meaningful, dramatic
to justify how absolutely and inevitably
pathetic you are.
Every sadness is the sound of waves
Every emptiness is sound of silence
Every words is quotes of the world
Every feels is the feeling of the air
Every dramatic is the stories of world
Everything is the beautiful
Finally, The tears will be returned to the ocean blue.