I don't want to cry
I don't want to shout
I just want to hide
When things get loud
I don't want to see
I don't want to speak
I don't want to hear
And I don't want to hear a peep
Life is a struggle, I struggle with
Got some new friends that I tend to cause trouble with
Had some loose ends that I tend to juggle with
Had a bad ending, but I started fresh
But the Mondays turned to tuesdays
Keep tripping on my shoelace
Trapped in a suitcase
Begging for a new place
Inside our society
Begging for a time to bleed
Of life, but I
Alive, but I don't want to try
I don't want to cry
I don't want to shout
I just want to hide
When things get loud
I don't want to see
I don't want to speak
I don't want to hear
And I don't want to hear a peep
I don't want to crack under pressure
And maybe fall down in bad weather
You're my fortune teller
You keep my head together
Sit by the campfire, let me tell a story
Of all the times that I'd reminice in glory
About the times
Where the future didn't seem so nigh
Let me tell you bout a story bout a time
I fell in love so hard I didn't think it would be right
But I knew, that it was so right for me
But time told me that that's the end of the story
And so I rinse and repeat
And I hope the piano will last me
And I'll stop pressing the keys
When my body is six feet deep