Playing On Repeat

Love is an over used word for me.
A broken record playing on repeat.

Love is just a tangled web of lies.
Behind a shield of innocent eyes.
A play on your emotions.
A test of your devotion.
Another dream slipped away.
Plans changed every day.

Love is an over used word for me.
A broken record playing on repeat.
An aweful sence of Deja Vu.
Lost and Broken without you.

Love is a wonderful night in his arms.
But a night leading you slowly to harm.
Another cut on your left wrist.
Just more blood running down your fist.
Another blade left to rust.
A glimpse of hope left in the dust.

Love is an over used word for me.
A broken record playing on repeat.
Again, again, again in my head.
I can't get over what you said.
Crying and screaming until i'm sober.
It's replaying as if to remind me it's over.

Love is another shattered heart.
Holding you together, yet tearing you apart.
A night left cold and all alone.
A knock on the door. No one's home.
A burning tear running down your face.
Only pain left to embrace.

Love is an over used word for me.
A broken record playing on repeat.
I know I've heard that somewhere before.
A feeling I try desperately to ignore.
Is it tears or just the rain?
Is it death or just the pain?

Love is an over used word for me.
A broken record playing on repeat.
It's playing on repeat.
The record.
My Heart.
Its broken beat.