Her whispered, good night,
Like a kiss to a doll,
Was it a gift,
Or were they words I stole?
No longer sure,
No longer certain
I am robbed of self belief,
Am I the victim or the thief?
No longer sure,
No longer sure,
No longer certain
I can see love trickling fast,
Something says that it won’t last. No longer sure.
Until today I’ve been easy,
Flown like a lark in the blue.
But the future looks bleak,
My confidence leaks,
And runs out the hole in my shoe.
No longer sure,
No longer certain
I am robbed of self belief,
Am I the victim or the thief?
No longer sure,
No longer sure.