you always stab me in the backnwhen i'm turned awaynevery time that we talk you havennothing but angry words to saynyou deliberately hurt menwe always find ourselves in this dispositionnclenching tiny fragments of glass in our fistsni'm bleeding, leave mennbut i am not scarednand this argument is never ever endingnthe feeling of us just pretendingnin neverendingnnin the beginning i knew i wasn't safeni felt your claws as theyngrasped for my black heartnits beating and bleedingnwe always find ourselves in this dispositionnits neverending, our disappointmentnyou hate me, i hate younnbut i am not scarednand this argument is never ever endingnthe feeling of us just pretendingna love that lasted way too long herenthe feeling that i just need to disappearnis neverendingnnnothing, your conversations neverendingntheres nothingnyour conversations neverendingnnothing, nothingn