I've been wounded so many times, I can't seem to feel the pain. 

Cried numberous nights, my tears poured like rain.

I can't tell you the number of exactly how many times, I've swallowed my words. 

Tucked my pride into my pockets, constructed enough vexation that dart like rockets.

But... I stay traqulize, Hoping you realize that I want to mean something to you.

Even though, your presence is empty, i still find the courage to be strong and move on.

'Cuz your sharpen words can be so intense.

That I thought of reaching into my heart, and pulling out my soul.

'Til my ninety-eight point six degree body ran cold, however..

I'm BOLD, I can manage to hold. 

As Shakur would say "Keep your head up"

So, I'll utilize his word even if i get fed up, because what can be written on paper cant be explained. 

Characteristics that's near similar to my pain.