Crybaby کے بول

Growing old not growing up Catchng cycles not enough Frame the pose of doing fine In fantasy i'm doing time Damaged goods i can't conceal Open wounds that never heal You pull punches, build me up I blame myself for my bad luck I'm a crybaby Giving in gets in the way And when i push don't separate Don't you run for cover Know that i'm a crybaby Jumping in and crawling out Wearing thin from drip to spout Grab it tight and don't let go Needing something i can hold You don't know I am crushed by everything and everyone i touch You don't know, you don't know i just wanted this so much