to jest coś
i know that things are broken
and though there's too many words left unsaid
you say you have spoken
like the coward I am, I hang my head
and you lay careless your head on my chest
and don't even look at me looking my best
and all these things I can't describe
you would rather I didn't try
but please don't cry, you liar
oh please, don't cry, you liar
they told me love was a fortress
and I had never put it to the test
and all the while I relied on this honesty
well in love we are but amateurs at best.