Written by Paul Cain
Through the times you see the lies
a promise kept caused silent tears that wept
The hand slides by slower and slower
anticipating with hopefullness that its fine cause you told her
the fact of the matter is not what you said
its all own her own what she thinks in her head
Secrecy developes wondering themes
when it all comes to close its exactly what you'd seen
If by some chance you take a glance
at the cards that fate has dealt
it would seldom seem to all add up
to what you thought you knew and felt
To care is hard to trust is harder
thats a fact of life
Through rich or poor and sometimes more
it never seems to turn out right.
