Oh can't you see
How much I long for someone who I can depend?
I must confess
I'd rather be blind than deaf

Oh can't you see
How much I want to reach out to someone who reaches back in?
I must confess
I'd rather be blind than deaf

I'd give my eyes
To be taken care of by my very best friend
But there's no shoulder
On which my tears can fall

If I was smaller
Then perhaps I might just get some sympathy
But I'm too tall
I'm expected to act strong

They always say
That a man like me has no business looking so sad
Just gеt a grip, boy
You don't want to look like a girl

Don't ever cry
Don't smilе
And most of all don't sleep with men
You know your place, boy
Don't stray too far away