I hate you
I hate how you tell me everything I want to hear
to make me reconsider
that things could ever work out
stop saying
"I miss you,
I want my hands on you,
you're gorgeous,
be my girl,"
oh, and the best one
"I don't feel like we are done yet.. but I know it hurts you so I should just let you be."
stop it. just stop. you're just saying that so I'll tell you the opposite
you're hoping I'll tell you to never stop
because you want the upper hand
when did love become a game
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I hate you
I hate how you tell me everything I want to hear
to make me reconsider
that things could ever work out
stop saying
"I miss you,
I want my hands on you,
you're gorgeous,
be my girl,"
oh, and the best one
"I don't feel like we are done yet.. but I know it hurts you so I should just let you be."
stop it. just stop. you're just saying that so I'll tell you the opposite
you're hoping I'll tell you to never stop
because you want the upper hand
when did love become a game
was it ever love?
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