Ever since I was a little boy,
I haven't been able to cry,
not because I'm ashamed,
that's just the way I am.
At first, this was fine,
but as sorrow crept in
it has grown into a problem.
Sometimes it feels
like I'm about to burst
and my eyes are dams
that hold it all back,
and though I've tried and tried
not a drop of water flows.
And so I thought,
I have to relieve the pain,
maybe I can cut a hole to ease the pressure?
But the knife hovered above my skin,
unable to pierce, to give surcease.

And yeah, I've flirted with a gun,

but I've never been able to taste its kiss.
Tt seems no matter what I do
there's no path to peace. 
But now these eyes are oh so heavy
on a face unable to smile long,
cause there's no way to ease my burden
that grows every moment I wait.
I fear that someday
something's going to happen beyond my control,
when I can no longer hold it in,
all because my eyes are broken.