Why do I allow myself to be treated like this?
Is she really someone that I would truely miss?
I can't take much more of the betrayl
The drug I need is not one for sale.
I love her, and I tell her so;
She says it too, not the same, I know.
I want to be with her until the end
She loves me, yes, but only as a friend
I sit up awake at night, thinking of her;
I can not escape her voice, her eyes, her lure.
She forgets out plans, forgets to call;
I forgive it all, taken that fall...
Into love, into her, into hell
Not returned, not her type? Just can't tell.
Should I just kill myself? End this shit?
Or just place it on the shelf? Forget it?
I don't know what I should do
A riddle without a clue.
I want her more with each passing day;
Then see her, don't know what to say.
How can I compete with those other guys?
I treat her better, she wants otherwise.
She wants to fuck the guys who lie and cheat;
I treat her like gold, I get the friend seat.
So I will continue to try, continue to wait;
And they maybe one day, I will get that first date
