I don't get it—
I couldn't possibly do it right.
They said I'm sick,
And though I’ve denied it,
Deep down... I've always known.

I can't make a single choice
And stand by it.
I can’t love—
Even when I am loved.

No matter how hard I try,
Feeling is the harder path.
So I take the easier one:
To feel nothing at all.

And in the silence of my chest,
Where chaos used to scream,
I find a bitter peace—
Loneliness over everything.

I can't expect them to stay,
When I'm always flowing.
So I've let them go
To find the *** of gold-
At the end of the rainbow
Because I'm always fine
Regardless of how it is.