when i talk
no one listens
but when i cry
everyone has an opinion

i told you why i was angry
i made it clear that i was lonely
where is everyone at now that i have spoken
you are all the reason why i was left broken

do not act like you are confused
after you spent your time smiling while i was abused
i never saw you wonder
when i asked, "won't somebody turn down the thunder"

i have been trying to be transparent
how many more metaphors can i make coherent
the more i explain the foggier it gets
might as well ask me to rip out my chest

i will explain it for deaf ears one more time
someone committed a crime
squeezed lime in my eyes
now i cannot remember who was the one telling me lies