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"you don't know what love is" by eternal despair

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when it began, it was too good to be true
i never thought we'd have a love like we do
you were perfect, it was great
thinking what brought us here was fate
the stars, of which i hold close, even agreed
you were exactly what i thought i would need

somehow over time you grew more cold
and these games to me became real old
some days you tell me I'm the perfect drug
and other times i cant even get a hug
i thought you were different, but your just the same
to you and everyone else, my heart is a game

you give me promises you'll never keep
and sometimes you make me feel so cheap
you think i can snap my fingers and not be mad
but lately this emotion is the only one ive had
what do u expect when u call me a whore
if thats how you feel, let me show you the door

i'm so sick of being interrogated everyday
i'm real tired of your controlling ways
and yet i let you do this shit to me
when all i really want is to be free
you've already taken my heart and broke it
but i give it back and still feel like shit

i don't know why i even bother to try
every guy i've met has made me cry
i can help but feel my love has been abused
when all i ever feel at night is used
i don't wanna be alone, but i cant be with you
and now i really don't know what to do




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