I hate feeling so weak, defeated
So powerless, helpless
Under the weight of your icy stare.
Or even in while you're only in the room.
I hate staring into those blue eyes 'cause
BABY THEY BREAK ME DOWN,
And I can only look away
After seconds of blatant hell
'Cause I think WHERE WERE YOU THEN?
Or WHERE ARE WE NOW?
And I try to figure you out
But I really don't know how
'Cause this couch is big but getting smaller
And this room is cold but getting hotter
And next to me you sit, and act like you don't know
That I think you're the most beautiful boy in the world.
Sometimes I just stare at your lips out of confusion
'Cause I can't seem to fathom just why they stopped
all those silly little things that they once did
Like kiss me on the lips while we laid in your bed.
Once in awhile it happens this way,
Where for a second or two I see hope.
The way I read signs it's a hope so pure,
Until you go off, give the same signs to her.
What am I to do then?
I cringe and watch and laugh
But I'm calling your bluff so matter-of-fact
Chances are, you probably know it hurts me.
Chances are, you couldn't care less.
I wish I could say I were reading this wrong.
Truth is, there's nothing left for me to read...
I've read these words before; all before:
I love you with a love so pure.
How you feel about me, you're not really sure.
And then there's the skank who makes you act like a whore,
(And you'd rather have her than me.)
And here I am, diseased with out cure
Because I just don't know what to do, anymore.
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