And you could play your games with me,
Tell me this, but still mean that.
Change the words you said to me,
Hang up, and I'd call you back.
Tie me around your finger,
Like a puppet on a string.
It wouldn't matter what you did to me,
You're still my everything.
I'm tired of the arguments,
Tired of the lies,
Tired of this bullshit act
Tired of your disguise.
I'm sick of all the fighting,
And I'm sick of wasting tears.
I'm sick of knowing I'll put up with this,
For another million years.
To say the least, I give up on pretending I'm okay,
Because I'm not...
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