I don't want to feel like crying
'Cause I feel like dying
And it still hurts like the first time it hit
It still burns like your first cigarette
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Mmh
Yeah
You came to me with midnight eyes
Like gray machines and flickering white lights
Surrounded by mechanical kitsch and dreams
You brought me where the leaves
They will never be seen
But I
I saw you there
And you took me by the hand
Mmh
But I felt alone even before I met you
I tried to be strong
But
Baby
We all do
And here's the truth
I don't want to feel like crying
'Cause I feel like dying
And it still hurts like the first time it hit
It still burns like your first cigarette
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na