Dull

May be a bit dark, may be a bit sad,

And believe me, it makes me feel quite a bit bad,

But when the officer told me the crash killed my dad,

My heart didn't register what my brain had.

I never did cry and I never felt down,

As the coffin was buried, I uttered no sound,

As the others all struggled in tears, as they drowned,

I was happy, at peace with his split-open crown.

I never quite got my emotions in full--

I've always been monotone, always a bit dull--

But I'm gaining it back now, and happy am I,

But now I have to dry these tears I didn't cry.