"How could you do this to me?
I thought what we had was special?"
Well I couldn't do that to you
But to your dishonesty I gladly did it.
To your disrespect I shoved it in your face
And hoped you would realise how it is with me.
That I struggled to maintain my self worth
Every day that you refused to acknowlege
That what we had was special.
I'd shove it in your face again.
How long has it taken you to admit
You did me wrong and bruised my love
Until I couldn't feel the difference.
The fucked up thing is that I miss
Scheming just to see you,
Planning an alibi or two just to sit
Watching while you wash your car.
Secrecy is addictive
The illusion of love is magnetic
And the cold metal of my heart draws to it.
You never were as devout as you whispered.
Perhaps I deserve more blame.
How long did I want to stay in your trap?
Do I dare to demand respect from you when
I encouraged your little games?
Agreed with your reasoning behind them?
My love much fault rests with me
Because I let my heart be fooled
And wanted the game to be real.
But to you, for you I bent over backwards
Relaxed my ideas on love to fit our
Ridiculous facade in the picture.
And still you ask how I could do this?
How could I rewrite a rule in weak moments
When it took months of bending to break?
My darling you taught me well
Masterfully steering me towards compromise.
Yet you still ask me how I could do this?
Oh yes, we had something special.
But the special thing was not what you think.
It was our combined naivety.
Our determination to not see things as they were
And how long we tamed our minds to accept
Our games as real.
Yes I loved you and... still do
But I loathe your games and lies
And to those I boast
'I did it because what we had was never real'
I thought what we had was special?"
Well I couldn't do that to you
But to your dishonesty I gladly did it.
To your disrespect I shoved it in your face
And hoped you would realise how it is with me.
That I struggled to maintain my self worth
Every day that you refused to acknowlege
That what we had was special.
I'd shove it in your face again.
How long has it taken you to admit
You did me wrong and bruised my love
Until I couldn't feel the difference.
The fucked up thing is that I miss
Scheming just to see you,
Planning an alibi or two just to sit
Watching while you wash your car.
Secrecy is addictive
The illusion of love is magnetic
And the cold metal of my heart draws to it.
You never were as devout as you whispered.
Perhaps I deserve more blame.
How long did I want to stay in your trap?
Do I dare to demand respect from you when
I encouraged your little games?
Agreed with your reasoning behind them?
My love much fault rests with me
Because I let my heart be fooled
And wanted the game to be real.
But to you, for you I bent over backwards
Relaxed my ideas on love to fit our
Ridiculous facade in the picture.
And still you ask how I could do this?
How could I rewrite a rule in weak moments
When it took months of bending to break?
My darling you taught me well
Masterfully steering me towards compromise.
Yet you still ask me how I could do this?
Oh yes, we had something special.
But the special thing was not what you think.
It was our combined naivety.
Our determination to not see things as they were
And how long we tamed our minds to accept
Our games as real.
Yes I loved you and... still do
But I loathe your games and lies
And to those I boast
'I did it because what we had was never real'
