Wrong kind of Love

You stand here and you say I love you
How do I know this is true?
Because we argue, because we fight.
This I know isn't right.
Every time we argue, you walk out the door.
Even though you've said those three words before.
In my heart I love you so but the way we are, you have to go.
You broke my heart and bent it in two.
Every night I cry over you.
I can't live with you and I can't live without you.
I ask myself what to do?
You understand me oh so well.
I'm the one who saw you under that shell.
This is when you walk out the door.
This is the last time I hear those three words I've heard before