Tears don't have a rhythm You just hear the beat Of them on a notebook in your hands Full of words no one understands But you think they might understand So you show them And they laugh And a bit of your heart Breaks in half Then You're really not important, Say the voices in your head As they tighten like a serpent Around your neck But it's not a serpent anymore- Its a rope and you're choking- But you're fine- But you're dying- But you're ok- But I'm lying.