I've taken much more than I can takenall the cheating and lies have got my eyes on the breakntake my foot off the gas, no heart to follow throughnthere's a piece of me striving to believe it's not truenme and you were meant to be, fairy-tale relationshipnexpressing so much interest right before you went defacing itnreplacing with every vice you once renouncednlike what happened? you took my heart and bouncednand now you instigate, but properly no one can refute itn'cause every time that you advance I take a chance and look stupidnyou run the rolodex of romance, like Russian Roulettenand spin a web of fabrication without breaking a sweatnso I admire it to some extent, but not as a victimnyou like to play with all your prizes in the order you picked themnand so I'm sitting, patient, immersed myself in my musicnuntil the day you find your phone and a reason to use itnnso what's the plan now? a foreign land has enlightenednanother claim but I refrain from thinking senses are heightenednthe words are twisted in a way that sounds sincerely suspiciousnwithin a matter of minutes, I catch a hint of the viciousnI wish this was the way we planned it 'fore the hope had disbandednstanding alone on my planet, feeling I'm taken for granted njust like a sad soul, lost in a wave of transitionnand every time that I cry out, I doubt that you even listennare you aware that I'm in tune to your liaisons and flings?nand also sharp to what you harp to them? I hear the same thingsnand mentally, you can't pretend to be someone that your notnespecially when I recall each of the times you've been caughtnI fought them off for so long, the memories of your treacherynscaling tallest of peaks, retreats from internal enemiesneventually you made the contact, hope bereavednas it was evident that once again you'd left me deceived nnI sit and stir about the misconceptions I've been devout tonwondering how many things there are I don't know about younlike a horoscope, ambiguous each time that you speak nand when I've opened myself up, you make me beg for a peaknof any kind of human sentiment you carry insidennow I can see you've already been married off to your pridentake me along for the ride, another ploy for affectionnso insecure you like to tour allure in every directionnin reality, I've come to see myself an investmentnswapped around in your portfolio from every assessmentnrestless from my own denial of unethical treatmentnand the assembly of suitors, that I've been made to compete withnwhen the truth is exposed, it accompanies blowsnsuch as the fact I interact with someone nobody knowsnso it goes, discouraging there's no one abovenwhen at heart, she's eternally immune to my lovennesconda detrás de la cara de póker