Let myself back in, because I fully believe,
That he’ll find a way to find out that he loves me.

But that isn’t so, I don’t know why I try,
His eyes are almost as sweet as his pretty little lies.

He doesn’t treat me well, doesn’t treat me nice,
Tiptoeing around him like I’m treading on thin ice.

He wasn’t ever like this, so changed in the head,
But I’m afraid he’ll tempt me just to leave me in my bed.

I thought I’d never, get over his absence,
But I came to understand that things like this just happen.

He wasn’t the...