The truth is you don’t care about how I really feel,
Meaning none of this was ever even real,
You were my weakness, my Achilles heel.
I don’t take back what I found, even if that means I have lost you.
The feeling of doubt was all around, deep down I always knew.
Was the whole time a crock of shit?
And it’s taken us this long to admit?
That I wasn’t enough, wasn’t adequate
Breaking my heart, telling me you’re an addict.
Continue doing it, disregarding the pain it will inflict
I can’t prevent it, not everything I can restrict, to keep my heart from breaking.
I don’t want to feel my whole world shaking, while you’re out there forsaking, with this persona your faking, making promises you keep breaking.
So, tell me why am I still partaking? I should be escaping. When I have nothing left, what are you taking? Nothing from me, you’re mistaking.
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