I keep telling myself,
That I hate you,
That I don't need you,
But for some unknown reason,
I keep crawling back to you,
I know I don't need your love,
I find it ironic,
Of how I am so desperate for your love,
And while I'm sacrificing everything for you,
You're killing me softly,
Slowly stabbing me in the heart,
You're cold, you're heartless,
I mean where do I even start?
