no emotions
with frantic lies

then you shell me
with no answers

i will burn you
in my Sunday's best

i am now read for my
Sunday girl

i now see you like a child
fronting your lie's

trying to give me what i want
but not what i need

can you love
can you cry
can you care

can you see just what i want
can i beg you to try

all i need
is the garden we grew
without lies