The Other Guys

I used to say
He wasn't like the other Guys
He loved me
And never used lies

But Here I am Again
Sitting on my bed at home
Just hoping and waiting
For you to phone

Some part of me knows
What I saw was true
I push it away but
Who was that girl with you?

But when you phone
I sweetly ask how was your day
As if everything is OK

I'm trying so hard to make it work
But you seem to always be first
Do you know how much this hurts?

Then you find my heart and break in
Again and Again
I seem to be asking myself
Why do I love Him?

You're making it worse
You push me away
Hurt me, Scar me
Then tell me it's OK

Where is the logic?
You say to make it better I need a Kiss
I look at you and finally whisper
'I can't take this'

The Cheating
The Faking
The hurting
The Taking

Then I realize
With all your lies
Your like all the other guys