we both know i need this too much
only i know that it's got to stop
but i can't keepy my anger up
'change it, it's your job,
change it, it's your job'
now i'm stuck
i'm stuck
she'll break some hearts
when she grows up
she'll break some hearts
when she owns up
mine is one
when she looks at me
in that tone of voice
she don't need to make a noise
i can read her thoughts
in capital letters
i've lost her since i've met her
