You are back at my front door, the one you slammed the year before, with flowers and your, I love You's, like you believe that I still love you too but all the words that you say, have lost their meaning along the way Sorry, I know the real truth, that she's broken up with you, so, you're checking in on number two, how many more have you gone too? You aren't man enough to love anyone, let alone us both, you're still a con Even if I was desperate, you wouldn't be someone I would take back willingly The year that I have been here alone, I have healed and I have grown, so, I suggest you go find number three, inflict your twisted love on somebody I hope she figures you out from the start then turns around and breaks your heart