you dont really needa tell me what you feel
you dont really needa tell me what goes through your head
i just see the lines appear like a film in front of me
everytime i question myself; is it really whatchu thinkin
is it really just that, can it really be just that
is it just me who has been poisoned by my own mind
questions i’m too afraid to ask
answers i’m too afraid to hear
coz i’m afraid of being right
right about all the wrongs that you did
all the images playin in my head, that i don’t want, no.
how could you do this to me dear?
need i tell you it hurts, love?
should i cry when you say you didnt know, me
but it ain’t your fault you didnt know, me?
can’t you say something to help me
something that could save this leaking
gaping hole in me, please fill it up with some, love
put a cork in it to stoppa stoppa me from drowning in my own tears
but it isn’t in my blood to turn away from you
because i promised to cherish you
do you understand what it means to keep a promise, love?
