You know it's [bad word]  we're both the same.
In a storm of words we get lost in what is said.
You know me and you see through me,
so why are you confused by the
things I say and do?
Do you know me?

You see the strain upon my face.
Please, don't rain on my parade.
 [bad word] to light, [bad word] in waves,
It's gone too late.

It goes astray, it goes too far and you say
it's clear I know where all your buttons are.
It's not so strange, you know, it's not so [bad word] 
that I know they're there 'cause I'm the one
who put then there, exactly as you feared.

I know you and I see through you
so why am I surprised by the
things you say and do?
I don't know why.

I see the strain upon your face.
I won't rain on your parade.
 [bad word] to light, [bad word] in waves,
It's gone too late.
Don't steal the smile from off my face.
Please don't rain on my parade.
 [bad word] to light, [bad word] in waves,
It's gone too late.

I know that I can't replace you
and it would be a lie to say
that I could ever try.

Don't steal the smile from off my face.
Please don't rain on my parade.
 [bad word] to light, [bad word] in waves,
It's gone too late.

You see the strain upon my face.
Please, don't rain on my parade.
 [bad word] to light, [bad word] in waves,
It's gone too late.
It's gone too late.
It cuts two ways.
It cuts two ways.
It's gone too late.