Who couldn't tell you've got an axe to grind?
You're sharpening words like it's going outta style
As painful as you testify - could it be your own thorn in your side?
Don't cry to me
Don't cry to me
When your time is up, don't cry to me
Does this ring any bells?
You're sounding the alarms
You've got a message of hate prettied up with charm
Did you dress it up to meet your mother before it took us all out on Friday night?
And all this hell can't wait to freeze
Don't cry to me
Don't cry to me
When your time is up, don't cry to me
And the waves cave in so casually
And your sun burns low
Don't cry to me
Don't cry to me
Don't cry tome
Forgive me for thinking this was a conversation
I can tell now you're just waiting your turn to spew out the side of your head what you've been spoon-fed
Maybe I'll just sit back and watch it burn, burn, burn
Don't cry to me
Don't cry to me
When your time is up, don't cry to me
And the waves cave in so casually
And your sun burns low
Don't cry to me
Don't cry to me