Waxing poetic
I heard you crying in the bathroom
Working out your frustrations one stall over from me
I wanted to say something, to ask if you were okay
In the end you left, and I didn't say a word
Because it's hard to sound sincere when your pants are around your ankles
Working out your frustrations one stall over from me
I wanted to say something, to ask if you were okay
In the end you left, and I didn't say a word
Because it's hard to sound sincere when your pants are around your ankles