The devil's out to play with ice
As the Friday sun begins to set
I think of you thinking of me
So I'm standing still in case I freeze
The devil's edging closer
With his blackened breath encroaching upon me
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I cry
Wo-ah
I feign strength but I fear
I fake love in poetry I steal
I must cry
Sometimes I find it hard to sing
'Cause I know you're listening
I fake a confidence when really I am shivering inside
Sometimes I want to rule the world
But your stare holds me in pose
I breathe and weave our highs and lows
And let my fantasies explode.
Yet I'm afraid I won't be heard
I cease to tell the world as if I'm never vulnerable
Still I'll keep constantly and cautiously
Simmering in my pan of broken thoughts
I hope you know
My mask stays strong but sometimes I cry
My longing scrolls through our old rhymes
As I'm panting in counts of ten
Am I still obsessed with our romance
If I sing of past in present tense?
I summon strength to deny
The urge to rectify our potent needs
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I cry
Wo-ah
I feign strength but I fear
I fake love in poetry I steal
I must cry
Sometimes I find it hard to sing
'Cause I know you're listening
I fake a confidence when really I am shivering inside
Sometimes I want to rule the world
But your stare holds me in pose
I breathe and weave our highs and lows
And let my fantasies explode
Yet I'm afraid I won't be heard
I cease to tell the world as if I'm never vulnerable
Still I'll keep constantly and cautiously
Simmering in my pan of broken thoughts
I hope you know
Sometimes I cry for my foolish heart
I'll hide my love and get used to the dark
But no, this won't last
My mask is a lie and I'm proud of my love
Sometimes I cry for my foolish heart
I'll hide my love and get used to the dark
But no, this won't last
My mask is a lie and I'm proud of my love
Sometimes I find it hard to sing
And I hope you're listening
My love is loud and bold and I will not suppress my foolish heart
One day, yes, I will rule the world
And your stare will help expose
My breath and soul our highs and lows
My love for you will hide no more
Yet I'm afraid I won't be heard
I cease to tell the world as if I'm never vulnerable
Still I'll keep constantly and cautiously
Simmering in my pan of broken thoughts
I hope you know
My mask stays strong for my foolish heart
But sometimes I cry