Remembering Emotive

So if you cut me do I bleed?

If you hit me do I fall?

Could you explain to me again

How these travesties unfold?

'Cause you see it's been a while

Since I have lived in denial

So I beg you, don't get angry

At my swollen feet of gangrene

I don't usually walk in mud.

So if you slap me do I ache?

If you shoot me do I die?

Is that how this is supposed to go?

'Cause I really can't tell if I'm terrified

Is this where I warn you of the danger?

And then treat you like a stranger?

Or do I sit and apologize?

And forgive you for those little lies

Again... sorry I'm so out of practice.

So what am I to do right now?

Or should I say, "back then?"

Though looking back as I write this

The end was far from clandestine