Seems that things Getting kind of rough Guess I did not realize In time Why, I ask why He doesn't trust me He doesn't trust Anybody Strange kind of love Middle of the day Sun's beating rays They hurt around my eyes And meantime How do I explain The marks and the despair I'm living life a lie Why I ask myself why He doesn't trust me He doesn't trust anyone, no Strange kind of love But I don't let him go As he clearly shows That without me, without me He'd die So I stay, I take the pain I rot away . . .