What could I have been thinking?
To have thought that we could work it out.
All the pain and hurt you brought me.
Shoulda realized what this was about.

You tell miss me
And I let you back in.
To let you use my heart.
As your door mat again.

And once again.
You break my heart.
I shoulda known.
From the start.

To expect this from you.
A scar, a sore, a scratch, a bruise.

All on my heart.
But what can I say?
I let YOU back in.
I can't complain.

Something told me.
Just give it up.
"STOP TRYING YOUR HARDEST"
"TO MAKE IT WORK"

But once again I listened to the wrong voice.
The same voice I been listening to for years.
Im hurting so bad right now, but I must be all cried out.
Because I can't even shed a tear.