Of Lapses In Judgement And The Heartache That Follows کے بول

I don't know why its this way, and I don't know why I care When its just a little nothing Nothing worth killing myself for Poorly tuned, two-fisted folly And a stack of yellowed love notes in your hand Laced with your own brand of sugared lies And I believed every word...found comfort in your arms But somehow missed the knife in your hand Soft as baby's breath, but with an acid edge You burn me with every word you say Burn the eyes from my head, and the heart from in my chest The least that you could do Would be to cauterize the wound before you go Tore me limb from limb, and you smiled as I bled why? Was I nothing to yoU? This mockery of love that you've foisted upon me All so I'd be there to meet your needs So why do I still love you? I hate that I still love you