All the poorly constructed,
Pretty lies,
A tower over my head,
That's ready to fall,
And drown me in my sick sorrow.
I tell myself I don't love you.
I can't love you.
I won't love you.
You've treated me so badly,
Made me cry too many times.
But, as much of a jerk that you are
As much as I hate you,
So also do I love you.
Intoxicating my mind,
Crying out with passion,
So alone.
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Pretty lies, A tower over my head, That's ready to fall, And drown me in my sick sorrow The above describes it all... powerful on its own. Enjoyed the read