how to not cry

i know the score

that it's bent
fixed
set in stone

i know that you have some knowledge of my condition

i know it's not pretty

what you see and what you choose not to see

what you whisper with your fingertips

i know what distance must decide

how is it that no matter what i do i continue to fall

how is it bottomless

how can i less

where is a spot where i can let some of it out

stiffen that lower lip kid

they don't need to see tears to take you serious

your eyes give you away

desolate again

i have no more use for the word-lie destiny

destination's all a joke

que sabes de amor?

i know i am one you don't need

i know there's no room for me

i know the score

so why

so why

so why

do i still cry