Brazen (weep)

Skunk Anansie

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 ...