the food stamp life

 
my emo feelings live in the projects of the heart
protesting the food stamp life
they're going hungry within my cold demeanor  
 
where emotions aren't allowed
unless they bankrupt me
tears are money
they drain me of my energy
 
counterfeits are passed
I don't care, fuck you, etc.
cheap knockoffs of the real deal
soon they'll be doing a bid
for spreading phony feelings
 
my heart doesn't have time for that shit
even if I felt you soul deep
I would never admit it
 
I'll let the emotional part of me do time
behind the wall of denial
before I ever confess to having real feelings for you