I got used to the loving, and eventually to the pain First I went crazy and later on, straight up insane Gave you the kicks, you had your fun But you were never meant to stop bullets You were the one behind the gun…
Your stories next to mine are not scary at all And no one gives a fuck if I lost a shoe at the ball I lost a lot more already, yes a marble or two while thinking that I was hopelessly in love with you…
Judging comes easier than sympathy You get to be you and I keep being me; Some choose to spy from above the wall Not daring to jump in It’s easier to throw stones at another While denying our own sin.
I know what you did, I know what you’ve done I was there, I helped you load the gun You pointed it straight at my heart and promised that it would be fun; Lit the match Sat back and enjoyed the fire and as the flames reached higher and higher I finally came to terms that I was in love with a liar.