I'm so used to the touch of a man, but only the kind that comes with a back hand
I need a boy to hug me, somebody to touch me
I'm so afraid, I don't know how to ask
Because in this day in age, it's a difficult task
To just reach out and grab someone because tears are forming in there eyes
It's like hoping for sun with clouds in the sky
Just, ******* hug me!
So I can cry, I can't do it without you asking why
I'm trying to be strong, so I cannot be weak
What's so wrong with you just helping me?