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.
