Wet cheeks and a cold feeling inside,

In my bed was were I hide,
Hoping I was dreaming.
Wet cheeks and a cold feeling inside,
When I heard you screaming.

You never kept me under your hood,
Your spoken words were all lies.
I was to little to understood,
That all I have seen were your drunking eyes.

I understand you had no other way,
That this is what it will be.
And that I wil never will here you say,
That you love me.