a living hell

I don't know why you're not crying
as sad as your life seems to my eyes.
You used to be such an angel.
The way we're living,
it's a living hell.

If we get along for two days running,
to even make you laugh
would take half the fun out of it.
You used to be someone special.
The way we're living,
it's a living hell.

Tell me
what are you thinking?
You know that I
can't read your mind.
But when your world is sinking
can mine be so far behind?

We're out of luck.
We're out of passion.
We're out of hope
and we are hopelessly out of fashion.
When we're out in public,
no one can tell.
The way we're living,
it's a living hell.

Tell me,
tell me what're you thinking?
You know that I...
I can't read your mind.
But when your world is sinking
can mine be so far behind?

Well, I don't know why you're not crying
as sad as your life seems to my eyes.
You used to be such an angel.
The way we're living,
it's a living hell.

You used to be such an angel.
You used to be someone special.
When we're out in public,
no one can tell.
The way we're living,
it's a living hell.
I don't know why you're not crying.
I don't know why you're not crying.......

Copyright 2005 by James Owens