I always said I knew you.
The real you, that is.
Not just your hobbies.
Not just your tastes.
I always said I knew you.
The real you, that is.
I knew your thoughts.
I knew your soul.
I always said I knew you.
The real you, that is.
That's why I'm hurt.
And I don't know who to blame.
If I knew you.
The real you, that is.
Did I pretend that you loved me?
Or did I really not know you?
In all the years I've known you,
The real you, that is.
I've known you didn't know me.
I've known you couldn't love me.
In all the years I've known you,
The real you, that is.
I've wanted to be with you.
I've wanted you to be with me.
In all the years I've known you
The real you, that is.
I haven't been able to resist you
Except for just once.
I still had some dignity then.
It seems as though I've lost it.
Somewhere along the way.
I don't blame you for that.
I must have given it away in pieces.
To a few different men.
But it seems to me that you got the last of it.
And I don't know how to get it back again.
After ten long years
of the on again off again sort
I'm done with you.
You've cast me away for the last time.
I should rejoice in my decision to take back my life
yet this void only seems to grow larger
You have done little but hurt me
over all of these years
And somehow I always seem
to go back for more.
I spend months away from you
not taking your calls
avoiding the thing that
always ends up hurting me
And then I begin to answer again
I forgive and try to forget
I say I can't be hurt again
you can't hurt me worse than before
And then it happens again
different method, same result
And again I ignore the calls
claiming that I wont be had again
you apologize and offer the world
over and over and over again
And then I begin it all over again.
So when does it stop?
I know I have to stop it.
I want to stop it.
But why does it still hurt?
After all of this time
after all of this pain
you continue to call
and I continue to ignore
And I continue to cry
because I miss you
and I don't know why.