Why

Twarres

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.