You stung, as if you knew I'd sting right there And you shouldn't know these things about me Abused as if your pain would quench my fear How could you know these things about me You shouldn't know these things And be this awfully well in tune Go as if not aware be like those others that assume You knew and you still managed to find my stare And you shouldn't know these things about me You shouldn't know these things about me And be this awfully well in tune Go on as if not aware Go on and be those that presume That they could know these things about me Be as if not aware Be mystified as this appears Lay still, be as my will And promise that you'll wait to kill And whisper that you know these things Tell me you know these things Show me you know these things About me