You stung, as if you knew I'd sting right there   And you shouldn't know these things about me   Abused as if your pain would quench my fear   How could you know these things about me?      You shouldn't know these things   And be this awfully well in tune   Go as if not aware be like those others that assume   You knew and you still managed to find my stare   And you shouldn't know these things about me      You shouldn't know these things about me   And be this awfully well in tune   Go as if not aware, go on and be those that presume   That they could know these things about me      Be as if not aware   Be mystified as this appears   Lay still, be as my will   And promise that you'll wait to kill   And whisper you know these things   Tell me you know these things   Show me you know these things about me