Not even cheap wine can
cover up your lies.
Shot after shot, I don't even know why
The thought of you with her
-in between the sheets-
Makes me so sick, I cant even think.
It was suppose to be only me,
Those lips on mine, hands on my thighs
Empty promises, is this even love?
or was this lust, am i not enough?
Tired of this shit, these games you play.
You'll regret it all one day.
I know I've promised you I'd stay,
but i just don't know how much more i can take.