Feelings in a desolate place.

The cold hard truth

I wish that you could tell me

I would be safe and sound in your arms

That nothing would do me harm

That you would be there for me but,

I know that will never be true

So why kid my-self and torment my-self

Into thinking all the things you say

They will never be true

I wish you had a clue of what you do

To me

You can make me laugh

Or cry

If you try

So why think our love couldn't be a lie

It will never be true