Cry

Yell at me
Tell me all the things you see wrong with me
I can take it I swear be mean to me
Until you find a way to be kind
Lie to me
Mislead me all the way to some prophecy
Something to believe to help you fall asleep
Until you dream up the truth
But some times
It's hard to know the truth
Like how you feel, that can't be defined
Like That burning sensation behind your eyes but that's
Tears, tryna come out, just
Fears, tryna come out
All the things you keep inside
That'll find a worse way out if you don't
Cry (Ooh)
Cry (Ooh)

Soothe me
Pour me a drink to make it all ok
A little drug to take to make me normal again
(But that does not exist)
But that does not exist
So here I am
Doing this thing called living
Cards in my hand I'm dealing
5 card stud but no ones betting
Pick me up
Pick me up and take me home
Find some arms to hold
Or if not hold your own (Hold your own)
Find a spot
A spot to be your self
Could be anywhere
The picture perfect spot to (The picture perfect spot to)
Cry (Ooh)
Cry (Ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Gilbert, James Mcgough, Lucas Oktay, Theodore Wyman
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