Why the hesitation?
Are you afraid to make your move?
You said you would do it.
You have something to prove.
Why the gentle hand?
You said you were strong.
You said it had power.
Must have done it all wrong.
Why the slow drip?
You said it would flow.
You said it was quick.
But now I know.
You have to warm it up, to get the deepest cut.
You have to lead her on, to get it done.
Why the hesitation?
Or is it regret?
It is just what you wanted.
You never let me forget.
When You Were Mine 