Cruel کے بول

The way I talk to you Is it the brand of my clothes? Is it where I come from? Maybe it’s where I don’t Is it the way I hold you, do you feel unsatisfied? It’s as if my love, my love, my love for you makes you so unkind Do I lie, do I steal was it something I said? Inadequate love am I sick it the head? Im starting to wonder I’m really starting to sing Just tear me apart so that you can prove You only leave me scars so that i’m you You only broke my heart Because you’re cruel, cruel, cruel Last sunday morning Oh was it the milk in your tea? Or was it when I walked out on stage And all the girls they screamed? Was it something else now? Was it your mum and dad? Oh they never really liked me did they? They always said I was bad Do I lie, do I steal was it something I said Inadequate love am I sick in the head Im starting to wonder Im really starting to sing Just tear me apart so that you can prove You only leave me scars so that I’m you You only broke my heart Because you’re cruel, cruel, cruel