:-( :-)

Made me sad at night

When I rung you on the phone

I don't pick up these days

I'd rather be alone

No one understands is generic

But no one knows how I feel

Feelings are birds flying out my chest

I don't know what is real

Baby I'm sorry I don't

Always know how to say

What's on my mind

But you're the first I'd tell anyway

Made me sad at night

When I rung you on the phone

I don't pick up these days

I'd rather be alone

No one understands is generic

But no one knows how I feel

Feelings are birds flying out my chest

I don't know what is real