• You tell me you love me,
    You tell me you want me.
    But those are the lies,
    You told just to make me cry.
    And thats why I say,
    I hate you.

    You come crawling back,
    Asking for one more chance.
    I say one more,
    But I give you two.
    I'm getting sick and tired,
    Of all the s**t that you pull.

    You better not mess this up,
    Or that will be it.
    No more chances,
    You will get.
    Don't tell me any more,
    Of your damn lies.

    Of the lies that you told,
    I was fooled.
    But not any more,
    Will I listen to your lies.