Still

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