True (The Frames)

I find it so hard to be true And all these lies I'm telling you Are little anchors in my chest That pull me down into this mess I find it easy to distract And just as soon as you turn Your back, I'll be gone again I find it so hard to be true And all the secrets I keep from you Are like a blackness In my heart that Only tears us both apart I find it easy to pretend That we're not heading For our end that's Why I'm telling you.. I built a wall.. I cut you off.. Now there's no lies That's gonna fix this up I played the saint And a saint I ain't I find it so hard to be true But I'm gonna try my best for you And every distance that we've known Will disappear before too long And every line we've drawn Will be erased before we're gone.. This I swear to you.. I built a wall I cut you off No there's no lie that's gonna fix this hurt.. I played the saint I cursed your shame Now there's no-one but myself to blame That you're gone....