Don't tell me you can't help itnYou're old enough to know the scorenWhy'd you need the love so muchnIf they fall, you hate the touchnWhat's the problem in your soulnLeaves a gaping deep black holenWhy'd you need so much attention?nYou hate it when I try to mentionnHow it's something not to play withnDon't pretend there's just a littlennDon't tell me you can't help itnYou're old enough to know the scorennYou know one day you'll wake up sadnYou know one day you'll wake up sadnYou know one day you'll wake up sadnnDon't tell me you can't help itnYou're old enough to know the scorenWhen you can't destroy their willnKeep on fighting 'til you killnCall me so good call me weaknDo anything to hear you speaknWhy'd you pick the easy way?nNever believe a thing you saynHave to wonder deep insidenWhat it is you try to hidennDon't tell me you can't help itnYou're old enough to know the scorenYou know one day you'll wake up sadnYou know one day you'll wake up sadnnSo don't tell me that you love me