I love the way you do your hair
And how it makes my insides tear
I love it when you start to yell
But even more when you only shed atear
I love your sweet, sweet voice
But even more when its full of fear
I love it when you do not see
And how you locked up my heart, and threw away the key
I love the way you look across
And the times I lied and said I was Okay.
I love the way you treat her,
And tell her that she'll pay.
I love the way you left me there,
And how you did not care.
I love the way you pretend you know,
When, the truth is, apart from what everyone might think,
You and me both know,
You're not actually a happy person,
But you'll never ever let that show.
