You lie until she believes you.
It's not my fault I love you beyond compassion. So much that writing it down on paper wouldn't suffice in detail. That I, smile because I believe every last promise, every I love you. I also can't blame myself, for feeling bad for your broken heart over breaking mines. See I live through love, mind over matter - I tell myself I need you when in fact you're the last thing I should I depend on. I know right from wrong, but I do not grasp the concept of that, when it comes to love. I'm right, you're wrong. But I guess maybe when I start believing in myself I'll cease in believing you.
But then again you know, it really isn't my fault. It's a gift.
It's not my fault I love you beyond compassion. So much that writing it down on paper wouldn't suffice in detail. That I, smile because I believe every last promise, every I love you. I also can't blame myself, for feeling bad for your broken heart over breaking mines. See I live through love, mind over matter - I tell myself I need you when in fact you're the last thing I should I depend on. I know right from wrong, but I do not grasp the concept of that, when it comes to love. I'm right, you're wrong. But I guess maybe when I start believing in myself I'll cease in believing you.
But then again you know, it really isn't my fault. It's a gift.
You lie so much, it's killling your swag.
