If I was mine, i wouldn't be mad as I am.
But I do not know if I would mend.
And I try, for don't look wild.
‘Cause I want to open your door.
Keep the keys below your rug.
And you tries, hide where I can't see.
I guess we could try don't hide what we’ve got.
Show your hands that I show you my world.
And we would try, be quiet.
I’m mad, ‘cause you tease me.
I talked, when you didn’t hear
I screamed, when you hid me.
And I ask, because I need the keys
I waited what I didn’t need.