If we were a movie, I’m sure no one would watch since you got the girl, despite breaking her heart. One, the times you cheated, two, the times you’ve lied about where you are or who you’re with. I can’t count the times I’ve cried. Yet I wake up every morning wrapped in your warm embrace, a spell so toxic I forget those days you lied right to my face. Am I weak or just forgiving? Have you changed or your disguise? Either way I’ve little choice since I’m addicted to this lie. Yes, there’s no denying I should hate you after all you’ve put me through. The facts are undeniable yet still I’m sure I love you.