Brazen (weep)

I called you brazen, called you whore 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.

Why don´t you ...