I called you brazen, called you who*e 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.