Am I a sensitive boy now? When they say love, I hear a sound It's me crying in the bathroom When I was eleven or twelve After my mom punched me out So I built my childhood with lies I had to tell a million to survive I used to heard and reply Now I can recognize a liar just looking in their eyes And I said I love you And I said it was a secret You weren't able to keep it And I know I'll cry Cry, every night I only have my arms Am I too sick for love? Love smells like her cologne Vanishing in my corridor Haunting ghosts in my empty home Vanishing like my dad did Before I even exist And this only girl that fooled me Messed with my head and broke me like a puzzle piece Made me afraid that anyone who says they love me Are hiding something in their sleeves They're hiding something from me And they'll run away from me From the jigsaw they helped me to be And I said I loved you And I said it was a secret You weren't able to keep it And I know I'll cry Cry, every night I only have my arms Am I too sick for love? I'm too tired for love I'm done with love Brand new day with my grandma's by my side But I've been mourning since I was five Even though she never left my side But I fear the day she'll die And I fear the day I'll die Why am I so worried about just one day that hasn't even arrived? Why I don't simply enjoy the days that I'm alive? And she's alive with me? Aren't the best days the days that we're alive? Cry, cry Cry, oh, cry I'm lovesick for love - Someday, we will all die - True, but not every other day!