"Repeat"

Why do you make it hard to breathe?

What you can't see,

is killing me.

Or maybe you can,

And you don't care.

You like when I hurt,

And you like that I'm there.

It's the sick in the game that you play,

With my heart,

Where you take all I give you

And rip it apart.

And the words that you speak,

Mean nothing with time.

Because I am not yours...

But you'll always be mine.