"I don't know what world you live in where you think I'm nice.."
I've always been one to think twice.
Possibly three times.
But this time,
It's goodbye.
Insults falter on the tip of my tongue.
Daring to dance with your mentality.
Wanting to hurt you, as bad as you hurt me.
You think it is I that am disillusioned.
Yet it is you, who keeps me in blissful confusion.
You tease me with the idea of we
You push me to believe there maybe an us.
But what should I trust?
Who should I love?
I fell in love with the one who is nice?
I have no appointments to be heartbroken twice.