seems that things

getting kind of rough

guess I did not realize

in time

why, I ask why

he doesn't trust me

he doesn't trust

anybody

strange kind of love



middle of the day

sun's beating rays

they hurt around my eyes

and meantime

how do I explain

the marks and the despair

I'm living life a lie

why

I ask myself why

he doesn't trust me

he doesn't trust anyone, no

strange kind of love



but I don't let him go

as he clearly shows

that without me, without me

he'd die

so I stay, I take the pain

I rot away . . .