As I do, I see you not cry,
A hundred times I've thought this moment over,
I've dreaded lying to you even then, my sweet lover,
I look in your eyes, on your lips a wry smile,
I know in my eyes you see my broken heart lying in a pile,
Why is it that more than I've shown you, you've seen,
More than I've said, you choose to listen!
You say, 'It's alright, I'll be fine,'
But I know, you wish you were in these arms of mine,
In your eyes I see the same old hidden pain,
As we stand at the same cross-roads once again,
Our brittle hearts that love to be broken,
To be together that they're always hoping,
I too see more than you've shown,
Our sly hearts sharing more than we've known...