My stomach is in knots.
I dream of sweet love,
love that makes you feel alive.
Love so pure, butterflies dance inside.
no matter how hard we try
this isn't pure love.
There is so much hate and anger,
that lingers inside us.
Each day there is a new battle to try and overcome.
we are going in circles to nowhere.
clearly, we aren't meant to be.
for starters, you lied and cheated on me.
That pain, it doesn't matter how **** hard I try,
is always going to poison me inside.