| Song | Cruel to the Sensitive Kind |
| Artist | Tina Dico |
| Album | Count to Ten |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dico | |
| When my patience has stormed out the door | |
| When my confidence is up against the wall | |
| When my nails're all bitten down and not one second before | |
| That's when you call | |
| That's when you call | |
| When my head hurts all the way into every strain of my hair | |
| When your absence hangs like a threat in the air | |
| When it seems so clear that you really do not care | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can't compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you never notice | |
| This war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind | |
| When the moment has gone tired and cold | |
| When the silence is out of control | |
| When I've said the stupidest things to try and fill this bottomless hole | |
| Finally you speak | |
| Finally you speak | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can't compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you don't even notice | |
| There's a war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind |
| zuo qu : Dico | |
| When my patience has stormed out the door | |
| When my confidence is up against the wall | |
| When my nails' re all bitten down and not one second before | |
| That' s when you call | |
| That' s when you call | |
| When my head hurts all the way into every strain of my hair | |
| When your absence hangs like a threat in the air | |
| When it seems so clear that you really do not care | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can' t compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you never notice | |
| This war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind | |
| When the moment has gone tired and cold | |
| When the silence is out of control | |
| When I' ve said the stupidest things to try and fill this bottomless hole | |
| Finally you speak | |
| Finally you speak | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can' t compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you don' t even notice | |
| There' s a war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind |
| zuò qǔ : Dico | |
| When my patience has stormed out the door | |
| When my confidence is up against the wall | |
| When my nails' re all bitten down and not one second before | |
| That' s when you call | |
| That' s when you call | |
| When my head hurts all the way into every strain of my hair | |
| When your absence hangs like a threat in the air | |
| When it seems so clear that you really do not care | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| Suddenly you call | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can' t compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you never notice | |
| This war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind | |
| When the moment has gone tired and cold | |
| When the silence is out of control | |
| When I' ve said the stupidest things to try and fill this bottomless hole | |
| Finally you speak | |
| Finally you speak | |
| What are my weapons? | |
| I can' t compete? | |
| When all I get points for | |
| Is to smile and be sweet | |
| My iron gate closes | |
| But you don' t even notice | |
| There' s a war in my mind | |
| Love is cruel to the sensitive kind |