I think we have an emergency Cause I've seen love die way too many times Because I won't stop holding on So, are you listening? So, are you watching me? It's really not your fault To talk about it When it deserved to be alive (It deserved to be alive)

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it We are trying to make way for Chris Brown I'm going to need you all to back away from the door You are not listening I need you all to back away from the door (Pull up, pull up) can't believe the girls, club

I'm not listening, not anymore The more I learn, the more I ignore I told you before, won't listen anymore I told you before, lets settle the score The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose No, I'm not

As your blood's running thin your time's running out No one will be listening not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end Don't come to me with your problems I don't need them

I think we have an emergency Cause I've seen love die way too many times When it deserved to be alive (It deserved to be alive) When you deserved to be alive, alive So, are you listening? So, are you watching me? It's really not your fault To talk about

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith

I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But

So dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be