Bottled Up

I've got bottles on top of bottles sittin' inside me. See, I keep things bottled up cause I don't like talkin 'bout what's inside me. So I've got a bottle for love and a bottle for hate; a bottle for friends and a bottle for enemies; a bottle for all them girls I used to date, and a bottle for all those who envy me. I've got a bottle for the respect I feel I'm due, and a bottle for the bullshit I go through. I've got a bottle for relationships right next to the bottle for love, and a bottle for shit at the club. I've got bottles on top of bottles and they pilin up every day.

Some say to let go - that these bottles just aint the way. They try and warn me - afraid my bottles will overflow. But they just don't get it - how I keep my bottles low. But they got bottles in them like I got bottles in me. So rather than worrying bout me, I open my ear for listening. I ask about their bottle's content, and relat to whats in it. And with each of their stories, my bottles are emptied. I don't know what it does for them, but I'm kinda stingy, cause listening to their stories is just a relief to me.

See, its kinda like a song that speaks to your soul, or a book that takes you back to being 10 years old. I used to have a bottle called nobody understands me - and so the story of my life was the look for understanding. But just when this bottle was about to topple over, I heard someone say that they were just like me. and he emptie his bottles by writing about his day. The stuff inside the bottle, was just ink for his pen. I listened to his story, and felt my bottles emptied just by listening in. And since then, I've added bottle after bottle after bottle and I'll probably add a new bottle tomorrow. But the bottles stopped bothering me when I realized my bottles weren't unique.

That Problem

I'm that problem right in front of you trying to appeal to your context clues, so I make up some names and I tell you a story hoping I entertain you enough
that you don't ignore me and pass along to my friends down the way thinking they've got something better to say.

Now I see the look on your face and I know I'm why you hate this place I've seen it before and though nothing is said I know exactly whats going through your head. Sometimes its "why me, sometimes its "if only ...", sometimes its "it would be so great if I could just relate". I can see that from just looking at you but can you tell that I'm thinking that too?

Some say they feel bad and give me an excuse. Some say their parents said they shouldn't do it. But there's a word goin round that just hurts my ears some people are sayin the only reason I'm here is to make you feel shame like I'm the one to blame. They say to ignore me is what you should do and to do it quickly before I get to you. They say that "only a few can help me" and those that can will do so eventually. So they say "pass on by" and not to even try when in life or in class you're met with that problem in math.