Who needs emotions? Certainly not me.
Pesky, always gettin you down —
Emotions never set me free...
They keep me trapped mind so loud.
I can’t even breathe when they make my heart shatter.
And who even cares if they lift me up once?
Because even if they do it’s the same, doesn’t matter.
They always leave me feeling like a dunce.
What if he loves me?
What if he don’t?
Does he even like the me he can see —
Or am I the person he sees and says he won’t.
For what good is an emotion if either way
All I get is nothing but pain.
I crash from the high, or just fall down and lay
Soaking wet in my own rain.
Who needs emotions?