The stories you tell
Flowing out of your beautiful mouth
like the wind
Those sweet little words
mean nothing at all
but your eyes, they don?t lie
Why do you feel bad
Say something to me
?Cause when I look into your eyes
And I cannot find the truth
And I cannot see through you
I?ll keep wondering why
-you ever cried in your life
But now it?s too late
We?ll never speak again
I still wonder why
Can you answer my question:
Why did you feel bad
Why didn?t you say something to me
?Cause when I looked into your eyes
And I couldn?t find the truth
And I couldn?t see through you.