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Prologue To Existence
I hate the way you make me feel
but being with you gives me a thrill.
You mess with my head like eating a pill
there's a hole in my heart you'll never fill.
I can't figure out why I even try!
I know the whole time you're telling me lies!
My feelings with you I refuse to confide.
Countless nights over you I have cried.
Why do you put me through this?
You tell me you love me, then I don't exist!
Now I'm writing these words clenching my fists
hoping this time maybe I will be missed.
When I think of you it's full of lies.
Thinking must be love's demise.
I look up at the clear blue sky
and get so disgusted I could cut out my eyes.
You wrap your arms around me at night
when we are only in each other's site.
I'm fed up, I don't want to fight!
You should know what you do isn't right!
What will it take to straighten my mind?
What will I see, what can I find?
For taking this shit I must be blind.
Even though you send chills up and down my spine.
What can get me out of this fix?
I want you so bad it makes me sick!
You're always up to the same old tricks
and I just love being caught in the mix.
You mess with my thoughts, you mess with my head,
maybe we'd both be better off dead.
So take this gun from my hand
and send us both to the promised land.