Why is it
That you can do no wrong?
What part of me forgives you
When we start to talk or I hear that song?
You've hurt me pretty badly,
In more ways than just the one
But I admit, and I do so sadly,
That I make excuses
And spread the blame around
Each time leaving you untouched
Still on your pedestal, safe and sound;
At times I find you awful
And your methods and morals unlawful
But I can't seem to let you go;
I hold on for dear life,
Stupidly picturing that someday
I'll be your wife;
In attempts to sort my feelings
I fill my head with useless fantasies and hopes
Only to get them crushed and later have to cope;
How is it
that you managed
to wrap me up so tight?
Wasting all my thoughts on those endless summer nights;
But truthfully
When it was good it was great
The only real issue
Is I just can't seem to hate
You for any single thing you've done
And it's because of that
I'm starting to believe
You've really truly won.