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I liked him |
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He didn't like me |
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He was the greatest |
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I was only debris |
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Why do I always pick the ones |
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who are bad for me |
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He was coarse |
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But he was precision |
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I smelled money |
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It was by the television when I woke up |
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If I don't want to keep getting shot |
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why do I give 'em ammunition? |
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Oh no, not again |
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Another one that's crazy |
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Another one gets obsessive |
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Another one gets angry |
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Another one gets dependent |
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and thinks I have the answers |
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Another one with a coldness |
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that should have been a warning |
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I can't go on, I'll go on |
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I can't go on, I'll go on |
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We weren't desperate |
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I don't know what happened |
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I tried to change him |
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He only rarely hit me |
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Why when so many sweet ones would make it so easy |
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He was nice |
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I got brutal |
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He understood |
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I didn't kiss him |
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'Cause if he wants me |
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he must not be good enough |
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Oh no, not again |
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Am I a magnet for losers? |
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A net for the helpless? |
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I'm no social worker! |
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Why do I chase the faces |
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that always reject me? |
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Is there something else |
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that's as fun as running with trouble? |
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I can't go on, I'll go on |
