Listen to my aching heart We are human after all And we don't stay for long Someone told me to be selfless But we are helpless without attention Quick, before you skip the song If Ed Sheeran writes my song I'll finally top the charts Never spoken with my

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

But nobody's listening (Told you everything loud and clear) Handful of anger, held in my chest Come, come, come, coming at you Try to give you warning but everyone ignores me Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Just this once Listen to the words I say If you want I will I’m there until the end of time Always a stranger in a crowd You want someone to blame The one who drives the rusted nail But who’s left will never care Pretending becomes a chore

I will make my home here Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains Where nobody knows me Do you ever listen Did you know that We could make sounds?

With no happy ending Pushed up against the ropes, you wouldn't last another round I never wished for you to suffer like this You would not listen We will survive, the strong, the fortunate, the never ending We will survive through thick and thin You've

Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Set 'em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you to listen to a joke I heard today From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away I tried

If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and

I try but I can't see what you see I am not a child now I can take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories