sorry I walked away when you told me what you were scared of the night that you turned 12trying not to cry in front of your older brotherhe knows where | |
I live, he's not interested | |
I can't have nice things,like a boy who stays who stays aroundwhen | |
I needed him the most on your walkhold your head up high and when you watch me fallplease look back for the last timebrooklyn dodger |