Still Hiding

I don’t know what they want from me I’ve given all I can.
How do I open up oh, when I thought I had?
But you say you still want me.
No you won’t.

He doesn’t know what’s real; he won’t let himself be happy.
And if this is all I am to you, well then someday soon I won’t be.
No I won’t be, no I won’t be, no I won’t be I don’t know.

No I don’t know anymore.
Please just look at me baby, do you see what I see?

Why would you want a fantasy, when I can make you happy?
But you won’t see, and you don’t see, no you won’t and I don’t know.

Nah you won’t, nah you won’t, nah you wo-oh-on’t.
Nah you won’t, nah you won’t, nah you wo-oh-on’t.

Wear your cap so mean, and banter you’re the queen.
But inside he’s nothing but a piñata full of jellybeans.

I don’t know what you want from me I’ve given all I can.
You say; “You’re still hiding.”
But I can’t tell if I am.
He doesn’t know what’s real; he won’t let himself be happy.
And if this is all I am to you – he likes to live in fantasy oh, but hoping someday soon he won’t be, and hoping someday soon I…

Words are not my game, unless it’s on a page, unless it’s on a page now.
Words are not my game, unless it’s on a page, but even then it’s quite difficult to gauge now.

Nah you won’t, nah you won’t, nah you wo-oh-n’t.