I remember when you couldn't live without me by your side and I remember all the times I had to save you from your lies you tell without a hint of guilt or even just a trace of shame. Do you really think it's my fault? Why does it always end the same? Don't call me names, don't call me up. Just forget you ever knew my name. Why do you bother me with all your stupid games and subtle lies? I don't really understand you, but it comes as no surprise to know you dig me, but you'll never dig someone who treats you fair. The more I hate you and violate you the more you seem to care...