We're 'bout to play here The crying game I could've given everything Don't wanna let the tears begin Where did you go? Couldn't see I was too busy Could've just said no Where would you go? I think I know

If you could see it Why are we so different? Want you to feel it You never felt the answers Are aimed at you my friend Did you find yourself lost In the world we swore to protect If you could see it through my eyes Want you to know what it was like

Niggas Can't C Me Which way did he go The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't C Me The blind stares Of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize That they will never see

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

Well, we all fall in love But we disregard the danger Though we share so many secrets There are some we never tell Why were you so surprised That you never saw the stranger Did you ever let your lover See the stranger in yourself Don't be afraid to try

Did you know, it was all going to go so wrong for you And did you see it was all going to be so right for me Why did we tell you then You were always the golden boy then And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes Hey you, did you ever realize what

Smokin' in the boys' room 'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Man, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys' room Whoo, did you ever seem to have one of those days When everyone's on your

So get over yourself My Saturday nights are brighter I've never felt better I didn't used to be when I heard you were seeing somebody else Yeah I'm hoping you're thinking that every move that I'm making Is just a game that I'm playing because my heart is

It’s all right And struck it from my mind Would it still be there? What if I’d do anything to make it seem all right What if you knew it all along? What if I figured out that I did not belong? What if it always bothered me? What if I never did believe?