Werth-Williams
Nothing you do could make me feel towards you
What you obviously feel towards me
Nothing I hear from you is more than a mere excuse
Confirming my every fear
And that's that even if dogs could fly that you and I
Never could however hard we try
Get things back together then do all the little things again
We did before the gulf became too wide
Nothing you do can make your words appear true
Too consistent were your lies to me
Nothing you say could mean the same things again
You're no good and that's all I'll believe
