| Hi, I am that boy
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| So ignored, so restrained
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| Got no use for self-expression
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| I’m hermetically contained
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| Heard you stomping from the bedroom
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| What the heel, maybe not this time
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| Saw you staring, fist at my face
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| Drops of spit blurring my sight
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| Hey you
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| I belong here
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| Heal he turning around
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| I’d take you away
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| From the deathbed you’ve been
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| Lying in, drain you into me
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| Hi, I am that boy
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| With no pride, with no name
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| I’m addicted to your rejection
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| But disapproval is still the same
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| I remember I couldn’t breath
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| Being crushed against the walls
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| Felt the cold tiles on my backbone
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| God, I didn’t stand firm at all
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| I wish I could make you feel this way
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| Same thing happened to you long ago
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| I wish you could take in like I did
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| I tried to let it go, try to let it go
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| Try to let it go -----------------
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| Once you gave me something
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| By your hands I first saw light
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| You took me from my mother’s womb
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| But tell me does that give you the right? |