> The world doesn't accept complainers
So I'll shut up and live with it
People could be dyin and they'll be called entertainers
Because no one will listen so its better to submit

> I'm tired and want to bawl my eyes out
But this world will not accept complainers
So I'll shut up and deal with it
And continue my path even if there's doubt
Even if I receive nothing, I'll pretend to be one of those gainers
Even if my face is soaked with spit

> It hurts so much but I'll clench my teeth
Because life cannot have another soul dying
And take my weapon out of its sheath
Because fighting is easier than crying

You're grown now

You can't cry

I wont allow

So don't you dare try

I know deep down you wanna bawl

But you're grown, you're grown

If you let go, it'll be a waterfall

So claim your throne

Because up there

You're gonna have to bare

These three useless words
bang against my teeth,
guarded by my lips they want to be released;

I once swallowed my thoughts to keep them inside,
But it seems my naïve heart has kept them alive.

I'm scared they might escape with every passing smile. I need you and want you to be mine.

**** it up,
**** it in,
hold it all inside,
up in your head,

learning how not a soul wants a thing to do,
with such a problem like you,
so stop crying about it,
if you must,

hold yourself tight,
even lie to yourself about it,
but never ever,
let it all come flowing out,

no one will be around to pick up the broken pieces,
that you shatter in,

so be like a mirror,
and reflect back at them,
there spitting self image
*as they **** it up.