Broken heart and broken promises,
it's like your words always mean the opposite.
Dying laughter and dying love,
you always have on your boxing gloves;
Both on your head and on your hands
and yet it seems like you never understand.
All the fights and all the lies,
All the things you seem to dramatize;
All the screaming and all the crying,
all because you're not even trying.
Love will never be enough
if these hurdles are too tough;
Cuz I keep asking you to grow,
but it's little effort that you show.
And I'm tired of begging, tired of pleading,
cuz these words I'm done repeating.
Seriously, take a look... take a listen,
can't you see the repetition?
Or am I crazy? Am I wrong?
I sound like a broken record, playing the same damn song.
So I'm sorry if this hurts,
but you wanna know what's worse?
When I give it my all,
but the man I love gives a shortfall.
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