Testo 5 Years

Drowning in self pity
It's not exactly a pretty picture you paint
Oh, it's such a shame
I hardly ever see you smile any more
In fact I'm not even sure
Who you are, who you are

Girly, how 'bout you grow up I'll come back in 5 years
Maybe then you'll have something to say
That I actually want to hear

You can't, you can't, you can't tell me you're sorry when you're certainly not
You can't, you can't, you can't tell me that you worry
Cause you're just too hard to handle now
Cause you're just to hard to handle now

Girly, how 'bout you grow up
I'll come back in 5 years
Maybe then you'll have something to say
That I actually want to hear
Please don't make me throw up
Cut your whining, cut your tears I can't hear through you ego
So speak up, come on, let's go!

One step, you're takin' it too far
Two step, two step with me now
One step, you've taken in too far

Drowning in self pity
It's not exactly a pretty picture you paint
Oh, it's such a shame....

Girly, how 'bout you grow up
I'll come back in 5 years
Maybe then you'll have something to say
That I actually want to hear
Please don't make me throw up
Cut your whining, cut your tears
I can't hear through you ego
So speak up, come on, let's go!