This isn't love, it's work, it's a mission
It would take all amounts of superstition
To believe you'd stop, do you even have a reason?
Hurting me must have become a repetition.
Monotony, when all you do is lie
I have to hide it with smiles
I want to break down and cry
You don't know what you've done to me inside.
It makes me feel sick, my heart strings are twisted
(it's funny) How quickly from first to sixth gear it shifted
The pain is too much, I feel horrid, wretched, wicked
How naive was I to think I was gifted?
I can't explain it and neither can you
I don't want sorry, I just want the truth
For the damage is done, and that is true
But whatever you do, I'll always love you.
I even disregard that you cheated
I feel fatigued, lost, defeated
Our arguments continued to get heated
It's as if my personal life was deleted.
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