Skunk Anansie Brazen

called you brazen Called you whore right to your face And watched you silently and publicly disgraced I didn t notice when you strenghted like a vice that you were trembling and burned beneath the ice Why don t you weep, when I hurt you Why don t you weep, when I cut you You don t bleed, and the anger builds up inside Why don t you weep, when I hurt you Why don t you weep, when I cut you You don t bleed, and the anger builds up inside You said a prayer and I betrayed you with a kiss I never realized