Won't quit worrying over things
i lay awake, so fate will bring
nothing seems what it's worth
i don't know if i've earned my birth
Maybe i could take a stand
set examples for a man
but i would end up playing tricks
all my life is politics
You won't see me crying
Another day and still, i crave
a new addition to my ways
i won't admit i'm hooked on bliss
but being alone is still the shits
A cheated life is cheaper, still
an unearned kiss, an unearned thrill
alone at night, i'm in that place
there's no reflection of my face
You won't see my crying
I don't hear screaming when i turn on the set
my hands are bleeding, like chomsky says
if i took the time to see what mattered
my little world would be stripped and scattered
If i ever finally cherished
i believe then that i would perish
maybe on that day
i'll give myself away
You won't see me crying, yeah
crying