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Although I know you did not mean it,
When you told me that you loved me I could almost believe it
But I know It is always the same old thing,
And I am tired of you hurting me it is the same old pain.
Some times I just wish I could walk away but my heart won't let me go,
If you asked me why I would have to answer I don't know.
Maybe I am in love with the man you used to be,
And I keep hopeing the man you are now will learn to love me.
I wish you could open your eyes and really see
That even though I don't think you mean to you really hurt me
There has been to many tears I have tasted
And far to many years I have wasted
It is harder to love, that it is to hate,
And for all the empty promises, it is far to hard to compensate
