Oxytocin

Behind one’s smile is one cry for help.

When life falls apart, it’s falling fast.

You yearn for the happiness that you’ve never felt.

Can’t even leave the house without putting on your mask.

Guess that’s your oxytocin running low.

There’s shades of poison you’ve never known.

You’re colder than a tundra, showing sides of you you’ve never shown.

The oxytocin’s paper-thin,

Spiraling in depression again.

No such thing as courage when your heart’s made of tin.

Get out of your mind because that’s where you’ve been.

They gaze upon you in awe.

You feel like a scarecrow like your head’s full of straw.

Behind one numb chest is beating one wicked curse.

Your will to live is in one little breath.

We have all the answers with but one tiny search.

You’ll love them ‘til ya’ die, prepare for one painful death!

Looks like your oxytocin bottomed-out.

You asked for love, yet shot it down.

Deep down you know that you’re bored with life.

You gave too many fucks, so they’re all gone now.

Inside one’s mind is a cornucopia of darkness.

People think you’re happy, but they’re not really knowing.

The canvas hears your soul, and it knows inside you’re heartless.

You know where there’s your happy place, but never feel like going.

Sounds like your oxytocin’s wearing off.

That’s what it feels like raising hell.

Your oxytocin’s not so strong,

It’s not so tough to ever tell.