domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010

Amo como mentis.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's alright because I love the way you lie.
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it's a still knife in my wind pipe, I can't breathe but I still fight while can fight. As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. High off the love, drunk from my hate, It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer. I suffocate, and right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me. She fucking hates me and I love it.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I'm leaving you."
"No you ain't. Come back we're running right back."
Here we go again, It's so insane 'cuz when its going good its going great. I'm Superman with the wind at his back. She's Louis Lane. But when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed, I snap.
"Who's that dude?"
"I don't even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength.
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em. Got that warm fuzzy feeling.
Yeah, them those chills you used to get 'em, now you're getting fucking sick of looking at her. You swore you'd never hit her, never do nothing to hurt her.
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words, when you spit them. You push pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, hit her, throw her down, pin her.
So lost in the moments when you're in them. It's a race that's the culprit controls your boat, so they say you're best to go your separate ways.
Guess if they don't know you 'cuz today that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day. Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her next time you show restraint. You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game.
But you lied again, now you get to watch her leave out the window, I guess that's why they call it window pane.
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean, and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine.
But your temper's just as bad as mine is. You're the same as me.
But when it comes to love you're just as blinded.
"Baby, please come back, It wasn't you, baby it was me. Maybe our relationship wasn't as crazy as it seemed. Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano, all I know is I love you too much to walk away though. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk. Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? I told you this is my fault, look me in the eye ball. Next time I'm pissed, I lay my fist at the drywall."
"Next time? There won't be no next time."
I apologize even though I know its lies. I'm tired of the games I just want her back, I know I'm a liar.
If she ever tries to fucking leave again Im'a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire.

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