The stories you tell,
are flowing out off 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 can not find the truth
and I can not see through you.

I'll still keep wondering why
you ever cried in your life.
But now it's too late,
we'll never speak again
and still wonder why
can't you answer my question.

Why did you feel bad.
Why didn't you see something to me.
Cause when I looked into your eyes
and I couldn't find the truth
and I couldn't see through you.

Why.