All of these tears I cry, trying to wash the pain from my eyes.
But you keep stabbing at my heart.
How do I have any pieces of it left?
You love cooking up heartache,
And I love scrubbing away the stains.
You wouldn't believe all the time I've spent hoping it was all my fault.
It's been so long, I don't even know when the last time was that you loved me.
I remember how the thought of you loving me made me feel.
So special, completely undeserved.
But this pain you've left in your wake is oh so familiar.
The pain of leaving.
The pain of lies.
The pain from being stupid enough to believe again and agin.
You break and you take.... But you give me a bounty of cleansing tears.