Shared all my stories out loud
No one could hear them come out
Said all the things I thought you would hear
But nothing makes sense to a crowd
All that I want

Is my name to be heard when I talk
Thought they would care
But it took all I had to compare

Tell me that you understand
All the colors I hold in my hand
Tell me that I´m better now
That Paris has made me a man

Thought of the greats in my head
All of them made so much sense
Portraits and pictures on walls
My name left to scribble in stalls
All that I ask
Is for someone to love me at last
It´s harder to hear
When you constantly cover your ears

Tell me that you understand
All the colors I hold in my hand
Tell me that I´m better now
That Paris has made me a man

Tell me that I´m everything
If you don´t mean it just say it again
God, does it hurt to feel like the worst
I´m too good at feeling so bad (Oh)

Tell me that you understand
All the colors I hold in my hand
Tell me that I´m better now
That Paris has made me a man
Tell me that you understand
All the colors I hold in my hand
Tell me that I´m better now
That Paris has made me a man