What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
My eyes are leaking and my body feels so weak.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
I'm a thinker, not a feeler.
I don't deal with issues, I just call my dealer.
An emotional iceberg, I pimp my feelings.
Got a thick skin, I think it's appealing.
I was a clever child, I was never wild.
I could remember every phone number that I ever dialed.
I was remote but in control.
The die was cast, cast myself in a starring role.
And I learned how to feign affection.
Learned how to kiss babies. Every day's an election.
Moved in slow-motion, with no emotion.
Started story-telling, they were lol-ing.
Started thinking differently. Epiphany
I turned into a different me
And thus began the infamy
It's the infant in me, I have fun with bad puns
But sorry, 'cause the story is a sad one.
And they say that tears are not enough
But I'll cry for a woman if she's hot enough.
And I'll cry for attention so you will love me.
And I'll cry just to mess with your impression of me.
And I know it's tempting to call me a sad clown.
'Cause my mouth tells jokes but my fingers make sad sounds.
Call me a drama-queen, I'm fiercer than shake shears.
I know what it takes to be the Shakespeare of these fake tears.
I'm unshakable, 100 control.
My heart is cold as the Yukon, it's also black as coal.
Oh, I'm not capable of shedding all these tears.
My life is lived like a movie, telling lies is my career.
So what's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
So I turn on the Fossetts. Sympathy. Symphony.
You hear violins and massive rumblings of timpani.
I started thinking differently. Epiphany.
I turned into a different me.
Thus began the infamy.
My legs tremble and my chin quivers.
My nose is running, running very fast, my body shivers.
If this is crying, I get it now.
It hurts, but it feels good, so let it out.
The master of deflection, I absorb the tension.
Pale is my complexion, my whole jaw clenching.
I just won't cry and you know why?
I already got bloodshot eyes 'cause I'm so high.
What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.