Why do I always want someone,
when they're gone?
Why do I find them so alluring,
when we are over and done.

I call you the coward,
you the liar,
you the thief,
you the heart breaker,
but I'm the home wrecker.

I do it on purpose you know,
I lead them on,
tell them I love them,
when I don't.

I said that I would never say I loved someone when I didn't mean it,
but I don't love you.