Sometimes I Cry
Shane Koyczan Lyrics

Sometimes, I cry
There are times when I feel overwhelmed and need to express my emotions through tears.

Like happiness is a miracle I can't be a part of
I often feel excluded from experiencing happiness.

OH MY GOD
Expressing surprise or shock at the following statement.

IT'S RAINING PEANUTBUTTER SANDWICHES
Highlighting an unlikely or absurd situation to follow.

But I have to stay inside...
Being unable to participate in a joyous or fun event due to personal limitations or circumstances.

Because I'm allergic to nuts
The reason for not being able to indulge in a particular food item.

And our heroes had guts but no glory
Acknowledging the risk and effort taken by those we admire but understanding that recognition for their actions was not always guaranteed.

And there's a story behind every kind of question, like Where are we going? What have we seen?
Behind every inquiry lies a unique narrative of the curiosity and experiences that prompted the question.

We spend our lives like quarters at some slot machine, gambling away all the things we could've been Trying to line up all those pieces of fruit to win some sort of jackpot because it's easier to risk everything for anything when nothing's all you got, and yes
Our lives are comparable to gambling, where we continuously take chances and hope it will result in something worthwhile. We do this because the alternative feels like having nothing at all.

There have been those who sat watching their greatest joys slink away like toys they've outgrown
Some people witness their greatest sources of happiness slip away from them over time, similar to how a child loses interest in their favorite toy as they grow older.

And there have been those who've learned how to put slinkies on escalators and call this life their own.
Some choose to find joy in small and unconventional things, making it their own unique experience.

There have been those who have grown to feel as useless as...
Some individuals struggle with feelings of worthlessness, as illustrated in the following simile.

As useless as a pair of scissors in the hands of an agnostic with no fingers who was asked to cut thousands of paper snowflakes for a 6th grade production of a nativity play at an old atheist high school
The stated scenario emphasizes an absurd and impossible situation used to underscore the feeling of uselessness due to inadequacies or disabilities.

But all of us studied the religion of ice cubes, wanting to be disciples of cool So we gave black cats the right of way
We learn to emulate things we perceive as cool or desirable, such as giving black cats special privileges, regardless if it makes sense or not.

And learned to pray for those send over seas brandishing brutality like a brush, threatening to paint the town red.
Undergoing adverse experiences or living under difficult circumstances forces us to rely on faith or other forms of comfort.

Because there have been those who went looking for God, but found religion instead.
Some seek personal or spiritual enlightenment and end up becoming devout followers of a particular belief system instead of finding what they were initially searching for.

So some of them came home in body bags. And others traded their dog tags for wheelchairs and the "What was I thinking?" montre of Gods.
The pursuit of ideals can lead to tragic and overwhelming outcomes, as evidenced by soldiers' sacrifices and life-changing circumstances.

And still others are starting to see the similarities between coffins and escape pods
Some have a bleak outlook, seeing death as a possible release or escape from difficult situations.

We have carried grief We have carried grief as far as a bustank full of tears would allow, and we know now that we build our hearts like bus stops
We have experienced deep and profound sadness, doing all we can to express it, but realizing that ultimately, we are responsible for our own emotional wellbeing.

We spend our lives in woodshops using oak to make a perfect pair of feet for any occasion, we have to put our best foot forward Stepping toward another life Another choice, another goal
We strive hard to build ourselves up, often focusing on appearances and aiming to be ready for any situation that comes our way.

and if "Eyes are windows to the soul" Then we should riot throwing rocks through them all Until everyone is free from their body and the billion dollar industry that kept us ugly.
If the eyes accurately reflect a person's true nature, then we should strive to reject the superficial and materialistic aspects of life that prevent us from being our genuine selves.

Because most of us just up and quit.
We often give up in the face of insurmountable odds, feeling unable to carry on.

Like we couldn't do it, like in a world of 6 billion people we couldn't find 1 person that might help us get through it, and we just shake our heads
We feel disillusioned and alone, thinking we are unable to find someone capable of helping us during our darkest moments.

Like the fault lies with how we were raised, but we're too young to be praised We're too tarnished to be great.
We find reasons to shift the blame on our upbringing, thinking it has hindered us from achieving true greatness.

Raised by relatives who loved us, and we still can't relate.
Despite the love and support of our family members, we can still feel out of place or disconnected from them.

Cause they taught us love.
Despite feelings of inadequacy or detachment, love (as taught by our family) is still something we hold dear.

So we tried We tried booking passage through life on relationships, anchoring ourselves to the hips of another hoping to make it to dry land
We turn to romantic relationships as a means of finding stability and happiness, hoping it will give us the life we want.

Paying for that passage by holding our hearts in our hands
Risking our emotional vulnerability by investing time and effort into our relationships.

and there have been those who learned how to sing the cuckold song, because we think we thought we knew them better, and maybe we were wrong.
Despite our best intentions, some relationships end in heartbreak or unfaithfulness, leaving us to ponder our misjudgment or lack of insight.

They wanted someone strong, and left when they realised we were the strong silent types.
Sometimes, our perceived strengths may not be appreciated or desired by others, leading to the termination of a relationship.

And they failed to realize we keep hurricanes in our windpipes for any occasion,
The following metaphor implies that we have a wealth of emotions lying beneath our seemingly calm demeanor, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

We must Cry out We must Speak up
It is important to communicate our feelings freely and to express ourselves fully.

As those who've hurt us forge their hands into a beggars cups while we're wandering, wondering what it is to them that we meant?
We struggle to comprehend why those who have caused us pain continue to do so, while simultaneously trying to understand what we may have meant to them.

Giving a penny for their thoughts, because their love isn't worth a cent.
The pain they have caused is so unbearable that whatever love or affection they may have offered is now perceived as meaningless.

But that's just the venom talking. That's just us walking it off. That's the cough and the rattle, before we dust ourselves off and pull ourselves back in the saddle to ride into the sunset, alone, this time.
Our pain and bitterness influences our perception, but we try our best to move on and regain our composure, eventually going back to our normal routine.

But still looking Looking for someone to help us go that last mile Someone with a smile like a finish line that'll tell us "We made it this time"
Despite feeling lonely or ostracized, we long for a supportive presence that will help us overcome our struggles and celebrate our victories.

And maybe that's all we are Seperate dreams, growing into one another Maybe the mouth of a lover can kiss the hurt away and not say anything while we sing ourselves back into eachother, like Lullabies.
We may all have different stories, but we can still find solace in each other's embrace and establish emotional intimacy through shared experiences.

Making our eyes clamp shut, like bear traps around the ankles of sweet dreams.
We try to suppress our fears and regrets, but they often manifest in our thoughts or dreams, preventing us from achieving a comfortable, peaceful state of mind.

Maybe we're old variations on new themes The streams of consciousness running to an ocean of understanding where we're handing ourselves apologies to pit against our regret.
Everyone's life is unique, but our experiences share certain similarities that connect us, reminding us of our mortality and the importance of forgiveness.

Trying to teach ourselves to be happy with what we've got, because maybe this is all we get.
Accepting what life has to offer and making the best of it, because it is possible that this is all we will ever have.

And sure, there have been those who were asked to be amazing at something they had no gift for.
Some people are expected to excel at something, but the reality may not always match the expectations.

And there have been those who were magnificent at something they'll never have a chance to prove
Some may have a talent, but for various reasons, may never have the opportunity to showcase it to the world.

And in their way, what they were practicing, was loneliness Which we all practice.
In a way, everyone experiences feelings of loneliness or isolation, regardless of personal achievements or successes.

But oddly, none of us will ever grow graceful in. So sometimes. We cry.
We may never fully understand loneliness and its effects, but it will always be a source of sadness and grief, reminding us of our own humanity.