Letra da Música Four, Five, Sick de Brother's Keeper

Maybe if I was a man,
I could stand to hear the sound of a voice so clear with the force to bring me to my knees.
But you can't see my need to filter out your sight cause I can't face you, light so bright it makes you shake me, break my fall...
Don't pick up the phone.
Maybe if I was a man, my ego could withstand the weight of the world.
Thoughts of you so pure they keep assuring me of my imperfections, misdirections, misconceptions.
But I need a second to check, reflect on what you've got for me... Don't pick up the phone.
Maybe if I was man, I could stand to hear the sound of a voice so clear with the force to bring me to my knees.
But you can't see my need to filter out your sight cause I can't face you, light so bright it makes you shake me, break my fall...
Don't pick up the phone.