I Like That You Can See It

Walk up to the front door Cold sweat and shaky I'm here just to talk Is it pouring out my body? My nervous aching I like that you can see it My mind is almost nineteen And I still feel angry I'm searching for the reason And I think it's kinda crazy That I'm trying everything Soft hands on my face And I'm feeling nothing My mind is almost nineteen And I still feel angry Is it pouring out my body? My nervous aching