She looks for sympathy
I give her sorrow
She asks for honesty
I've none to borrow
She needs my tender kiss
She begs it of me
I give her ugliness
Why does she love me?
She yearns for higher things
Things I can't give her
The rush that music brings
I can't deliver
And even when she sings
And soars above me
I try to clip her wings
Why does she love me?
One more drink, sir.
That's what I need, don't you think, sir?
Leave the
Hurt behind.
(Do you hear me? Another drink!)
She wants the man I was
Husband and father
At least, she thinks does
She needn't bother
Beneath this mask I wear
There's nothing of me
Just horror, shame, despair
Why does she love me?
How 'bout you, sir?
Tell me what am I to do, sir?
Leave the hurt behind