You say your tears are of sorrow
I call that *******
Inside your only hallow.

I called you out,
On your foolish attempts to manipulate
I called you out,
On your ways to keep me malcontent.

You say that frown is the pain you feel
I call that *******
You have no wounds to cut so they can heal.

I called you out,
On the sadness you say you feel
I called you out,
Stop pretending any of this is real!

You make me laugh
When you act as if you’re hurt
Pity party and your guests have arrived
Trivial at best
But I must persist
Let’s all listen
As you whine and moan
No, don’t worry none of this has grown old

Now I’m insane and the laughter is gone
I’m burning hot with the rage I usually keep down
Pity party and the guests have grown weary
As you whine and moan
Yes, begin to worry because this has grown old in a hurry

The remorse settles in
And I fear the hole I dug so far
I let it take over
And the fault is my own
Tore you down to what you call tears
But trust me the guilt has stopped
It’s only the fear