I Wanted You To Look At Me
And See The Thing I Cannot Hide.
I Wanted You To Hear Me Yell
And Hear The Hurt You Cannot See.
I Wanted You To See My Tears
So You Could See I'm Dying Here.
but you told me you wouldn't look after me,
and you wouldn't see what you didn't want to see,
and you couldn't be what i needed you to be.
So who's to blame;
the wicked pride
or the wicked shame?