The Naked Time

They say a vulcan never cries
So why can I feel these tears start forming?
Sadness and anger, telling lies
Emotions for me are more than disturbing
I know, I know, I know
This blood inside is still half human
But I shouldn’t be susceptible to this aching heart or the way it’s assuming
control
Must hide the tears behind my eyes
Walk in a room and clutch the table
Sit in a chair and bow my head
Hold on to myself the best I’m able
I feel, I hurt, I love
Can’t happen to me
There is no logic
Must keep it all inside of me
I can’t let it go
Vulcans don’t cry
Vulcans don’t cry
They keep a level head, guided by logic and reason
Vulcans don’t cry
Captain comes in
I’m out of sorts
Just can’t help it
I talk about mother
He tries to snap me out of it
A smack in the face
He gives me another
I deck him in the mouth
He goes sailing over a table
He’s mad and he’s bleeding from the lip
He screams in my face and says
Vulcans don’t cry
Vulcans don’t cry
They keep a level head, guided by logic and reason
Vulcans don’t cry
The ship’s in trouble
I’ve got to get back to my post
There’s an antidote being administered by Bones
Engines imploding, ship saving action by a theory at most
Time travel backward
That might prove useful in a future episode
Oh
Cry
Cry