Can't you tell that I am dying inside?

Can't you hear my muffled cry?

Do you have to be told a thousand times?

You're the guy who doesn't get it



Don't you know my life's a quiet hell?

I'm a black hole, I'm an empty shell

Does it occur to you /that/ I might need help?

You're the guy who doesn't get it



Say I'm in the tub with a razor blade

You'd walk in and ask me "How was your day?"

Then you'd lather up and start to shave

As I bleed on the new tile floor



I'm sure that you really care for me

And your heart's as big as Germany

But you're as blind as they were back in '33

You're the guy who doesn't get it



Say the car exhaust /is in/ my brain

The Nebutol is racing through my veins

You'd come in and ask "Are you okay?"

As I close my eyes forever



Can't you tell that I am dying inside?

Can't you hear my muffled cry?

What's going on /inside those/ vacant eyes?

You're the guy who doesn't get it

/You're the guy who doesn't get it/