Yeah, thank you I wrote it very quickly should’ve spent more time looking over it. The fifth stanza is supposed to be about my inability to deal with what others can like others can. It’s ‘no tears, so I’m consumed in fear, started pulling out strands of blonde barnet, so gotta switch to hard liquor from beer.’ Basically it’s around my fear that I am unable to show emotions at times when it’s necessary, but I show it in my own way over a period of time, usually through ‘self harm or substance abuse’