I called you brazen, called you whore right to your face

and watched you silently, and publicity disgraced.

I didnīt notice when you strenghted like a vice

that you were trembeling, and burned beneath the ice.



Why donīt you weep, when I hurt you?

Why donīt you weep, when I cut you?

You donīt bleed, and the anger

bilds up inside.



Why donīt you weep, when I hurt you?

Why donīt you weep, when I cut you?

You donīt 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, donīt throw it all to waste

stronger feelings than youīve ever learned to face.



Why donīt you ...