The irony is at rule
Tell me why love is no longer true
Why does your love lie
Show me where your love truly lie
Are you down or not; cold or hot?
Simply put do you feel me or not?
Why must we exist in a lie?
Truly the irony is really at play
It's easy to be honest when it's hate
Is this a game or a play?
How deep have we ate hate
We just fuck and we fight
These wrongs don't make it right
I miss the girl I ones knew
You love me you hate me please choose one
Where exactly do you stand
Tension in our every romance
These days it's difficult to say I do
Perhaps I should drink as I usually do
So I can say I love you; I do
Even although I don't know where I stand.
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