Can you hear me, I know you can
Don't pretend that everything is the same
I know that you are miserable
But I don't think it's because of the fame

Why can't you just tell me what is wrong
Is it because I kissed you with my thong
When I screamed at you, you didn't even noticed
If you try to lie I will already know it
(So)

(Chores)

So can't you tell me what's bothering you
Is it because my hair's style is new
Can't you at least just give me a clue
I don't know what's bothering you....


Your door is closed, you in your room
You're hearing blackfield, crying like a broom
Your friends keep calling, your throwing the phone
I don't think that anybody can fight the uknown