He made me hate me. It’s all my fault.
Looking for affection while his thoughts are in a vault. Could flirt with a wall, you know it’s true But, for some reason, tonight he picked you. He remembered your name but is that a reason To undress your mind and fall with the seasons? You’re sitting alone in a hotel window sill 7th floor, 30 degrees because he received his thrill. Exhaustion overcame him as you lay barely alive. How could you possibly let in another guy? You’re to fault, you’re to blame Another two hours he’ll You’re to fault, you’re to blame Another two hours he’ll You’re to fault, you’re to blame Another two hours he’ll forget your name. He’ll forget attraction, anything that you were At the night’s end, you’re just “her” You’re empty again, but were you ever fulfilled? How stupid— the emotions you spilled. Alone again. This should be familiar. Wish my words could release, no filter. But instead I lay sprawled out by a window. Used up and bent with nothing to show. Don’t hold me, don’t touch me— oh wait, you wouldn’t dare Don’t hold me, don’t touch me— oh wait, you wouldn’t dare Don’t hold me, don’t touch me— oh wait, you wouldn’t dare He’s to fault, he’s to blame Another two hours you’ll He’s to fault, he’s to blame Another two hours you’ll Forget his name.
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