How many lies have you spoken? How many times will you make my heart broken? I'm done with your games and all these sickening pains. The pains are from when you said you loved me, another one of your lies i see. All the poems i've written you came from the heart, but you mine as well tear them apart. I'm probably going to want you back, so i'll make a big fuss. But right now, I just cant see there being anymore "us".