you win

 I would kill to hear you speak those words I am sorry
and mean them
You have said them before but never meant them.

If you believed me, would you still be there?
Sharing a front door with the enemy

I would kill to speak those words I don't need you
and mean them
I have said them before but never meant them.

I can say what I want, but
with each conversation I am invaded
and my heart breaks a little bit more.

Tears are sour, superglue for your mess
I am tired of putting you back together.

My head is turning back to the light
Repairing from spite
I am sick
of you