i think it's a jokenthe way that you apologizenand it hurtsnknowing you can lie while looking in my eyesnand you laughnbut this is no joke this is my lifenand you crynbut tears won't make this alrightnnand when we lay togethernand i ask you what you're thinkingnyou will tell me nothing reallyni know your nothing really nhas a face and a namenand here i thought that we were both the samenoh nonnso yeah maybe i'm afraid of me nand what i'll say instinctivelynwhen i'm with you don't know what to doni'm grounded by your platitudenand what i need is some room to breathnaway from all this apathy nso write this down in your diary:nhe said i love you...get away from menni think it's a jokenthe way you say you understandncause you don'tnthere's no way for you to comprehendnnand when we lay togethernand you ask me what i'm thinkingni will tell you nothing reallynknow my nothing reallynhas a face and a namenknow that i have learned to play your gamenoh nonnso yeah maybe i'm afraid of me nand what i'll say instinctivelynwhen i'm with you don't know what to doni'm grounded by your platitudenand what i need is some room to breathnaway from all this apathynso write this down in your diarynhe said i love you...get away from mennsometimes when we lay together...