I don't need you to have my back.
Don't expect me to pick up your slack.
This world is harsh, cold and cruel.
I'm sick of being used and playing your fool.

I shoulda known not to let you in,
But this toxic love was my favorite sin.
Now I'm picking myself up off the floor.
My head is spinning from this revolving door.

I hate myself for wanting you still.
Hoping that someday you'll learn to feel.
Or I'll become numb from the sting of tears.
Letting go of all my anger and fears.

Oh how you fuck me while I'm screaming your name!
Forgetting it's...