What have I ever done to you?
To make you lie, so cruel?
What have I ever done to you?
To provoke this harshest duel?
Why must you lie straight in my face?
Why must you lie to me?
Why must you lie straight in my face?
Why contort what I see?
Why would you bend to make me cry?
Why would you change a view?
Why would you bend to make me cry?
Why make me see something new?
Why do you tell me those untruths?
Why do I trust your glass?
Why do you tell me those untruths?
Why must you tease, harass?
Perhaps one day I'll look to you,
And you'll show me something great.
Perhaps one day I'll look to you,
And your cruelty shall abate.
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