From me, to you.
You tell her you love her with the same lips that kiss me goodnight, You love her with the same hands that hold me so tight, You tell me I make it hard to be faithful, yet go home to her each night, You say you never want to say goodbye, as you walk away with all your might. You make me love you but hate you as well, I want to walk away from you, ring the death knell, But boy, you have me firmly under your spell, So we'll stay in this rut, our own little hell. -Nneka
