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 these 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 lie
 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
 Now 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.....