When there's no one else, look inside yourself Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way Young girl, don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall Young girl, it's alright

And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides I want to hold you till I die You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

All I know is what I see, People think you're just so sweet, But they don't know you quite like I do. I guess they think that I'm a lucky guy, No matter how you cry, Do you think I'm crazy? And what can I do When you pretend that you're in love with me

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you

All the pretty little ponies When you wake You shall have Don't you cry Go to sleep my little baby In your bed Baby's riding off to dreamland

I don't belong here I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down Your spine for me Make you cry for me I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby cry for me You wanna be reckless, restless

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you

Let me tell you about hard work Dear Mr. President, How do you walk with your head held high? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? Can you even look me in the eye? Come take a walk with