The Cost

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.....