To the one who wants to play with fire but hates to get burned,
to the smoke-and-mirrors sellers that seek clarity,
to the one who gets in deeper waters and swallows water 'till he drowns,
to the silent one who wants others to argue,
to the cross-dressed equidistant that hits
with the "opposites attract" speech,
to the one beating around the bush, who aims to claim victory
but did from the bush blossom a dense wilderness?
To the one who lives in the past and the present explodes
it bursts on his face for navel-gazing,
to the one having a hard time as watching
that I treat you the same way
you got me to treat you,
Lucifer effect
which is just to be cruel
because so had they been to him before,
to the one who gets blood out of a stone
and sticks the stone up others' hole...
Run, there will be no seats otherwise
leave and close the door,
since so many folks left
it got smaller and there's no place to live...
A river...
You know where I'm going...
Somebody started to cry
but I ain't gonna tell you who I am.
Go cry in Cry Shop Street
(I already cried it, I already cried it)
Go cry in Cry Shop Street
(I already cried it, I already cried it)
sorry to be ironic
I'm sorry I laughed, laughed, laughed
but that sorrow wasn't mine
I already cried it, I already cried it.
To the indecisive one who stands by and waits,
'cause there are things that take
their time 'till time takes it all
and when there was nothing to lose
he regained lost time
and he complains about the lack of extra time,
to the dork ballsy one who wants
everyone to talk about him, even if it's shade,
to the offended one who roasts online the shit out of everyone
without regard, so no one can see his insecurities,
to the glory hound who's afraid to be forgotten
to the mouths that don't say a word but always ask for something,
to the roughest critics with the thinnest skin,
a sharp tongue but no ear that hears what they criticise
to the everlasting penitent for all the times he didn't want to stay,
who is all alone,
because now that he does want,
he doesn't have nobody to cry on.
Run, there will be no seats otherwise
leave and close the door,
since so many folks left
it got smaller and there's no place to live
A river...
You know where I'm going...
Somebody started to cry
but I ain't gonna tell you who I am.
Go cry in Cry Shop Street
(I already cried it, I already cried it)
Go cry in Cry Shop Street
(I already cried it, I already cried it)
sorry to be ironic,
I'm sorry I laughed, laughed, laughed
but that sorrow wasn't mine
I already cried it, I already cried it.