Changes nothing to look me like that
I feel like a dog at the slaughterhouse
Is this what we call growing up ?
Maybe that's why people wanna stay kids
I tryed to tell you how I felt
But you look so proud of telling me
That he is so sweet
There's a rumor running
that this broken hearted guy
Who wrote poems on your door
is now dead
is now dead
Do you care about falling tears ?
Of course you'll say yes
But I have this ease in guessing
That what you say is only for the form
How many letters have I lost
Papers come back to ashes
Like my heart in your hands
But do you care ?
of course you'll say yes
you always say yes