A mystery with clues that no one gets
A puzzle with jagged pieces that don't seem to fit
My brain is outside the box, yet my heart stays in it
Unable to face the world without falling apart
Incapable of a full range of emotions
An icy heart may burn with passion
But what's left is a puddle of water
Worse yet, is when a passionate heart freezes
It shatters into millions of tiny pieces
Becoming a question with too many answers
Why are people so complicated and unfathomable?
How are the things that seem so simple in my head
So completely unattainable and twisted instead?
I feel like I speak plain English
Yet from the confused reactions I get
You would think I speak in algebraic expressions
Am I some sort of alien in human female form?
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