you run, 

you hide, 

you keep your feelings inside. 

your eyes, 

your thies, 

your excuses and your lies. 

you play 

unfair, 

you let me touch your underwear, 

so go blow dry your hair, 

and tell your friends I don't care. 



we got you all 

figured out, 

but will I be all alone tomorrow? 

if I stand tall, 

and call you out, 

will I be all alone tomorrow?