Under my skin lies blood,veins, and you stabbing at my broken heart which is now barely beating
After all the advice I still let you get under my skin
Knowing you have control over me makes me feel disgusted within
You call me and I go over stupidly
Why do you consistently feel the need to play games with me?
Maybe I’m Ernestine’s definition to insanity
I keep trusting you and expecting you to change
And remain shocked when you disappoint me
I was so happy when I got you jealous at the party because having something over you excites me
Shame it took other people to assist me, and you only have to say 3 words to control me
I tell myself it was more than your looks I fell for, but I can’t think of one trait in your personality I adore
My mother says there’s others you just need to give them a chance
But if you wanted me back again they wouldn’t get a second glance
You’re the only guy I’d ever give a second chance
Yet you don’t want it
or maybe you know this is the best way to control me
and secretly...you love it.