lies, lies, lies

Fuck you and your lies. I'm done playing these games. I've got someone who calls me, who answers every time I call him. Who talks to me with respect...who's better looking than you. Who actually cares about what I say. Who wants to make me happy. Who wants to make me smile. Why am I still crying about you? Why do I even care anymore. Oh yeah, that's right...because I almost had your baby, because you have all my money...and because I can't seem to break this cycle of abuse and self-abuse.