Brazen (weep)

I called you brazen, called you whore right to your face
and watched you silently, and publicity disgraced.
I didn't notice when you strenghted like a vice
that you were trembeling, and burned beneath the ice.

Why don't you weep, when I hurt you?
Why don't you weep, when I cut you?
You don't bleed, and the anger
bilds up inside.

Why don't you weep, when I hurt you?
Why don't you weep, when I cut you?
You don't bleed, and the anger
bilds up inside.

You said a prayer and I betrayed you with a kiss.
I never realized that all had come to this.
So keep your dignity, don't throw it all to waste
stronger feelings than you've ever learned to face.

Why don't you ...