Urn

If I filled an urn with feelings Would it end how my brain thinks? Cause I'm still someone who laughs too much And I'm not good at this at all Ooh ooh-ooh Cause I've even tried to be mean But I act like a kid And say lots of things I don't believe Cause maybe eventually I'll leave Never can fill that urn cause I was in heaven when we met But love left me no good things And I'm not good at this at all Bet there's better things than me And I won't be fighting Know that there's newer things than me Silly me Am I exactly what I feared? Am I exactly what I feared? Am I exactly what I feared? Am I exactly what I feared?