I wanna hear you say it
Don't wanna need to rephrase
I wanna hear you say it
Don't wanna need to rephraseYou love to feel this way
So you scream, could it be?
You give it all away
Admission free, could it be?I can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can't see
I can hear but I cannot see
CrybabyI want you to write it down
It's not you, it's me, why I keep coming around
I want you to write it down
It's not you, it's me, why I keep coming aroundYou love to feel this way
So you scream, could it be?
You give it all away
Admission free, could it be?I can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can't see
I can hear but I cannot see
CrybabyAbdicated, celibate
More than had enough of it
Abdicated, celibate
More than had enough of itI can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can't see
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby
YOU ARE READING
The Ballads of the angry teenager
Poesíainstead of love poems I'm going to put the ones of rage and sadness her so brace yourselves. some art not mine
