The Frames - True

I find it so hard to be true
And all these lies I'm telling you
Are little anchors in my chest
That pull us down into this mess
I find it easy to distract
And just as soon as you turn
Your back, I'll be gone again

I find it so hard to be true
And all the secrets
I keep from you
Are like a blackness
In my heart that
Only tears us both apart
I find it easy to pretend
That we're not heading for our end
This I'm telling you

I built a wall..
I cut you off..
Now there's no lies
That's gonna fix this up

I played the saint
And a saint I ain't
Now all the hurt
Is here again.... here again

I find it so hard to be true
But I'm gonna try my best for you
And every distance that we've known
Will disappear before too long
And every line we've ever drawn
Will be erased before we're gone..
And this I swear to you..
I built a wall
I cut you off
No there's no lie
That's gonna fix this hurt..

I played the saint
I cursed your name
Now there's no-one
But myself to blame
That you're gone....

We had it down in the end to
You know I hate it this way
You keep on pushing on me
They say it's never too late
I'm afraid it is now for me

When every word that you say
I can't know how I can believe
And now you've pushed me away
Till I was way beyond me

I know I'll be lonely without you
But there's no fight left in me
I'm breaking down all the walls
You slowly built around me

Why do you ask for my trust?
When you're not worthy of it?
I find it hard to adjust
To the lines you're drawing for me.

Wait !