(The Renegades)
Though you hurt me so
can not show the way I feel.
Wonder if you know
that I thought your love was real.
I was running round
my old blue town
oh, I just keep sighing.
I can wear a frown
but my heart must do the crying.
In a hundred years
I could not forget the sorrow.
If I shed more tears
I would cry to be tomorrow.
Could I say that I
don’t need to cry?
No, I just be lying.
But I can’t break down
so my heart must do the crying.
Though I am hurt inside
it will never show.
Still have my pride….
