You were more pious than I was
And so you moved away from me.
I was a sinner and I knew it,
I kept my pride and continued on.
Being pious doesn't interest me.
Yet had you asked had I felt your contempt,
Attempt of murder to my shaken heart,
It hit me like a stone,
And blinded me to love.
And though I never pretended to be who you thought I was,
You had high expectations of what my love should be.
But you see, to someone who doesn't know me
These words don't mean a thing.
