My mind is like the kind that keeps getting broken,
The sort of crooked bind, that seeps through the vulcan,
I think I am very logical, though the emotions can sunk me,
I wanna become spock, but these feelings they insult him.
Heavy heart sulking, I wanna stay sane,
Neutralize the feelings, and wash this freaking stain,
If I could I would abstain my train of thoughts,
Because the pain that I carry, they are stations of disdain.