Love is a spell and I'm cursed by it. I'm captivated by the pain it carries.
The feeling is weakening but I hold on evermore.
Hoping it'll change, dreaming for no more pain, wishing for the day this is no longer reality.
Praying you won't go but always seeing you leave.
Making me just a convenience,
letting me drown in my sorrow then you'll show up when I'm at the point of jumping just to hurt me again,
you'd rather be the one to do it, to hurt me repeatedly.

The pain you cause is constant
never easing my sorrow,
never giving me enough.
I hold on long enough to give you hope and as soon as you see the light you let go then I'm neglected.
Feeling used and mistreated like a porcelain doll left to collect dust.
While you're away drowning too and when you finally come back,
there's too many apologies,
too many broken memories to fix what's been broken.

What's left to do but except fall back into routine
so we talk again but this vicious cycle never ends
sooner or later we don't talk anymore but we both are falling on our own time why not live in a false reality?
We're better that way anyhow.
Making eachother laugh, thinking of corny jokes and ways to flirt.
Inside jokes that are stupid too but they're not stupid to me and you.
People tell us not to do this,
we say we don't want to give up.
We'd rather be together than end for the better
and maybe it's an illusion
or maybe we just can't see
what it is we do
or how we're meant to be.