I called you brazen, called you whore right to your face
and watched you silently, and publicity disgraced.
I didn′t notice when you strenghted like a vice
that you were trembeling, and burned beneath the ice.
Why don′t you weep, when I hurt you?
Why don′t you weep, when I cut you?
You don′t bleed, and the anger
bilds up inside.
Why don′t you weep, when I hurt you?
Why don′t you weep, when I cut you?
You don′t bleed, and the anger
bilds up inside.
You said a prayer and I betrayed you with a kiss.
I never realized that all had come to this.
So keep your dignity, don′t throw it all to waste
stronger feelings than you′ve ever learned to face.
Why don′t you ...
