Of all the things you know
Your life seems impossable
Everything to show yet so irresponsable
And you cry, cry, cry on your bedroom floor
Wishing you could die, die, die but not know when or what for
I'd say your apathy is (...), directed, and juvenile
Yeah your friends they're all too kind and assuming it takes awhile
I'm sure you'd explain it all if someone was listening
But some they never understand
And all that you wanted was someone to hold your hand
If that's his wish naturally well babe how could I judge you?
You know there's men who'd give the world to put their arms around you
And all your feeling is accused
Well, I really wish you'd stop with this abusing yourself
It's strange at times to think you might not even want the help
Well but, I guess that's just a girl, you can never tell
It's hard to be yourself when the world is so critical
I bet it's safer than the help he hides in his room
And you waste away inside of eachother's arms
Oh, you hate yourself for letting him break your heart
If that's his wish naturally well babe how could I judge you?
You know there's men who'd give the world to put their arms around you
I know you're still a little bit confused
Well, I really wish you two would stop abusing yourselves
It's strange at times to think you might not even want the help
Well but, I guess that's just a girl, you can never tell
Right?
Oooooo
It's all these girls they want the best of you
(All us fellas left to curve your heart
Cause I guess me against the world of you
All the pressure might just put me under
He would lay you in if no one was looking
Does he know he's an honest man?
And all is not well, it's these girls I can never tell
And all is not well, it's these girls I can never tell