too many people feel they just don't matter
can't comprehend the lives that would shatter
play russian roulette as though it's chutes and ladders
run into traffic more mad than the hatter
hold a gun to their head while smiling in my direction
keeping their sanity's more difficult than keeping their erection
i try to keep peace - gave up on perfection
wish they could see what i see when they view their reflection
i want to show that everyone is equal in worth
isn't so easy when some seem to hate themselves from birth
so frantic, a bit drastic, i overemphasize fantastic
hoping my praise will stretch like elastic
later will still be in their heads when they're feeling spastic
make them feel real when all they feel is plastic
hoping to bring them back to reality
things are never as dark as they seem to be
suicide is a solution much too permanent
for a temporary problem that will brush away like lint
there are those lost, may not have known how much they meant
failed to straight out tell them, all i could do was hint
which is why now i try to keep it real
try to let people know exactly what i feel
even if this means appearing to have too much emotion
someone else's lake can be filled up by my ocean
maybe i can't give much, but friends can count on my devotion
based on true loyalty, not just some passing notion
i want those i care about to know how much i care
that a part of me is missing when they are not there
sometimes this emotion can be deep enough to scare
but what good are emotions if they are not shared?