Decode

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes,
And it's hanging on your tongue,
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see,
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools of ourselves.

There is something I see in you,
It might kill me,
I want it to be true.