Jukebox #37

«You say the words I wanna hear

But they are as empty as the air

Just like you mean it

But you didn't mean it

At all

As I go walking through this night

Telling myself I will survive

I wish I could mean it

But I didn't mean it

At all

We can tell so far how endless is

And you can't be someone that you can't be

It's a gentle lie

But it will leave me crying through the night

But that's how it is, sometimes»