There's this knot in my stomach
And my fingers start to tremble
I don't care about my running nose
I don't care if it runs forever

The fan is too high to blow in my face
I should be thankful or I could have fallen ill
So why don't I care?
Why don't I care anymore?
My head should have aching been but it's not
I should have been aching
But I don't even know if I am
Are those tears, tears of hurt?
Or are them tears of relief
What scares me most is that
I think those tears are tears of anger
If I could capture those tears in a jar
That jar would be a bullet
Ready to be fired

I'd rather not say at whom.

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