Not Made to Cry - Cujo Moon

All I'm wanting is to see you And to hold you once again And see the sun color your hair And see the tall grass blow in the wind Overcome me bitter sweetness Put me under a magic spell Overcome me all my sadness Lead me on and wish me well There's no reason to cry There's no reason to cry It's alright So overtake me my sweet lover Let me kiss your honey lips Could be the only thing that's real Could be when you get sad your memory slips (Chorus)There's no reason to cry There's no reason to cry It's alright

Sometimes it's so hard to be, happy When all you do is hold on to your insecurities A hurting heart is the most, painful So let it all out and, oh cry () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me (2) When will you emerge from, your hideaway From your true feelings that you want, escape Maybe it's my mind driftin too far away, into space Fly away to a, better place There's no other spot I'd rather lay So don't be scared no, I won't hurt you () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me (3) We're better together, in any weather If it's cold im your sweater If it rains I'm your umrella No one is perfect, but to me you're perfection What are flaws beside, their creation Ain't gonna walk trough the heartaches Walk through the pain Don't feel alone in the shadow You're not the one to blame Society deceives your mind Tells you what you should be How to look and to act, and what to believe is real Let it all go, it will make you feel better So drop it all and cry to me if you want to () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me Cry... cry to me if u wanna It's fine... it's fine by me cause I'll hold you It's fine...

(Come on, let me tell you) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe I just wanna touch you Feel your warm inside again Maybe I just wanna hurt you The sweetest pleasure is me I don't know why, why, but I love to see you cry I don't know why, why, it just makes me feel alive Are you coming to the moment When you know your heart can break? I'm inside you, I'm around you Just wanna hear you cry again I don't know why, why, but I love to see you cry I don't know why, why, it just makes me feel alive I don't know why, why, but I love to see you cry I don't know why, why, but it makes me feel alive You don't know how much it hurts When you fall asleep in my arms And if this dies before the morning comes I wanna run away, I wanna run away I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why (I don't know why) I don't know why I don't know why, why, but I love to see you cry I don't know why, why, it just makes me feel alive I don't know why, why, but I love to see you cry I don't know why, why, but it makes me feel alive I love to see you cry I love to see you cry

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour