I Wanted You


Wanted You To Look At Me
And See The Thing I Cannot Hide.

Wanted You To Hear Me Yell
And Hear The Hurt You Cannot 

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?



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