Some people call me pedantic.

A soul-survivor,

Easy-going romantic.

But I'm worrisome

 

I can't have much fun,

'Cause what if my mom's the next one

Cryin' like the mommas of lost sons,

'Cause cops are trigger happy,

Hollow points using my back to make a new masterpiece.

 

And

What if tomorrow I go to jail for a slight misunderstanding.

Teacher was too reprimanding,

Colleges see me in a different standing.

But

That doesn't mean I can't change.

You see, I'm worrisome.

 

Tomorrow was never promised.

But I thought it'd be gifted.

I'm spending every waking moment in church

Trying to get lifted.

Worrying that if God doesn't answer my prayers,

His views of me have shifted.

Oh lord, I'm worrisome.

 

Life's killing me.

And if it doesn't get the job done,

I'll do it myself.

Thinking I need help,

'Cause my feelings aren't being felt

By my peers.

Lonely and salted tears,

And I'm just wondering why I have to be so worrisome.

 

I'd tell my friends,

But

We're only friendly.

And if they knew I was thinking this crazy,

My mother'd have to commit me.

Oh, and I'd tell my parents,

But they'd just think I was stressing.

Too much work, too much school,

I'm just whining for play time,

Complaining of too much testing.

And I guess the best thing

Would be for me to keep my mouth shut,

Lock everyone out,

 

But

They're all expecting to see a smile.

Expecting to hear me laugh.

Doing things the way I do now,

Like I did in the past.

But I can't do that.

I can't even begin to masquerade,

Watching my happiness fade,

In the cooling shade

Of lonliess.

 

I shouldn't say this,

Cause

No one else is,

But

I'd like to say it first.

Give you a minute to reimburse

Yourselves.

Parents prepare my hearse, farwell.

Lead me out through the church,

Too early, I fell.

I should've let you know, oh well.

Guess I was just scared to let you know I was worrisome.