IRC-Galleria

He looked up and asked me if I ever had a lover that I did not betray.
And I turned on the radio and I looked the other way.
He said you're smart, but in a stupid way.

And this is the price that you pay,
for being smart in a stupid way.
You stand there staring while your lover walks away.

Being smart, in a stupid way.

So why is my heart so hollow?
Why are my dreams so shallow?
And why don't I ever have anything else to say?
And why is my love so far away?

Sometimes I smell the perfume that he was wearing that day
and i wonder if there's anyone that i'll ever love in any way.
Maybe I'll grow up and be good someday.
Maybe this pain I feel will go away.