Still - Ramin Karimloo

An underhanded girl

An act of desperation

And to my consternation

I let her go

She wants what she can get

Is that a fair depiction

Does she believe her fiction

It's hard to know

Is it innocence or guile

Or nothing but a childish act of will

She doesn't know she needs you

She willfully misleads you

But still

Still

A son becomes a man

At his father's knee

If my father asked questions well

Where would we be

She's nothing but a child

A waif who needs protection

I feel a strange connection

I can't allow

She said it's all a game

She trembles like a flower

But in her there's a power

I see that now

I am nothing but a man

With nothing but his orders to fulfill

I'm innocent she cries

But then you see her eyes

Then something in them tells you that she absolutely lies

Until your heart replies

But still

Still

Still