Sleepless - Eleanor McEvoy

I wasnt the kind to ask questions

I wasnt the kind had the time,

I wasnt the kind with a suspicious mind

Now Im kind of sorry, oh how Im sorry

Its not what you did has me sleepless

Its not what you did has me aching so much,

Its not what you did that is hurting the most

Its the lies that you told, covering up Please, please dont say how much you think of me Please, please dont say how much you cared

Please, dont say that youd never lie to me Spare me those lies youve prepared.

Im not above feeling foolish

Im not above being betrayed

Im not above, singing stories of love,

But God how my stories have changed

Its not what you did has me sleepless

Its not what you did has me aching so much

Its not what you did that is hurting the most

Its lies that you told me, those lies that you told me.

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