you told me you were afraid,
of what i do not know,
'cause your heart is cold as ice,
and your eyes are full of snow.
you never told me how you felt until it's already too late.
just cross my fingers, close my eyes,
and save the date
to when i'm not sad and dazed and confused,
and worried about the next time that i'll get to use,
'cause maybe i am even being used right now,
but i do not know it,
'cause she would never show it.
you knew what you were doing,
and i at least thought i had a clue,
and i don't know why i'm so forgiving
or why i let myself talk to you.
you told me you wanted me back into your life.
i told you "bitch, hit the road,"
and i bet those words stabbed you like a knife,
and you used that knife to ease your way back in,
and now i'm the one with a knife under my skin.
you knew what you were doing,
and i at least thought i had a clue,
and i don't know why i'm so forgiving
or why i let myself talk to you.
we're on the same damn blank page.
isn't that thought nice?
i used to say what i'm thinking,
but now i've started to think twice.
'cause we knew what you were doing,
and i let it happen anyway,
but here i am forgiving,
reluctantly have yet to walk away.
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