Am I too cold?
Can I be cruel?
Do I try to make people look the fool?
I pick apart every little thing.
Every tiny detail on a shining diamond ring.
And yet, my own care is often left to rot.
Oh, god, I just forgot!
To brush my teeth, to wash my hair, to text my mom.
And now this whole darn rhyme scheme's wrong.
Am I a bad person? Do I really care?
My empathy's just not always there.
But I'm doing my best, I really am.
Even if you failed a simple exam.
I'm doing it again! Stop judging so much.
Yes, they're wrong, but you should just hush!
Facts over feelings, feelings or facts?
Might as well chop my brain with an ax.
They preach companionship, and loving one's neighbor,
But I can't help that I'm such a Debater!
Well, not literally, that's a different type.
But you get the idea, it's just not worth the hype
To be mushy, and gushy, and feely, and touchy.
The problem is simple, the solution's right there.
But if I spell it out, does that mean I don't care?