Grudges and vengeance
will never let me breath,
but don't take that for a sign
of anything that agrees with
accusations that you made on
my sensibilities and my silence
doesn't mean I understand.

Why'd you shoot me down?
Why'd you shoot me down?
I thought for once in my life,
I'd done everything right.
Why'd you shoot me down?

Why'd you cut and run?
Why’d you cut and run?
You just turned off the light,
and you slipped out of sight.
Why'd you cut and run?

I should have known better.
You should have tried.
I should have known better.
Just tell me why.
I should have known better.
You should know best,
than to expect anything more
or anything less.

Every reason and rhyme,
should run to my side,
but when reasons see love,
they often tend to hide,
from dissertations to
defend my sensibilities,
and my silence doesn't
mean I understand.

Why'd you shoot me down?
Why'd you shoot me down.
I thought for once in my life,
I'd done everything right.
Why'd you shoot me down?

Why'd you close your door?
Why’d you close your door?
I hear music in there,
but the door it just stares.
Why’d you close your door?

I should have known better.
You should have tried.
I should have known better.
Just tell me why.
I should have known better.
You should know best
than to expect anything
more or anything less.
I should have known better,
than to take no.
I should have known better,
than to let go.
I should have known better.
You should know best,
than to expect anything more,
or anything less