Not to be loved

Yeah, yeah.
You said, I need some space,
So I gave you the room,
Then you asked me why
I stopped chasing you too soon.

You said, Don't make assumptions,
Then you read my silence wrong,
Built a whole damn story
And decided I was gone.

You wanted flowers on a Monday,
Little messages at two,
But when I wrote you all my feelings,
You just said, “Okay, cool.”

 

Yeah, irony's funny,
Ain't it strange how it goes?
You want somebody watering you
While you're killing their rose.

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You want the fire,
But fear the flame.
You want forever,
But play your games.

You want my soul
To understand.
But never held
My shaking hands.

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Oh, the mirror don't lie,
The mirror don't lie.

You're crying for love
While I'm dying inside.
You want what you lost,
You miss what you had.

You call me the reason,
But we're both kind of bad.
Oh, the mirror don't lie,
No, the mirror don't lie.

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You broke my heart
While asking me why.

Why don't I love you
The way that you need?
Maybe you're asking
For what you didn't give me.

Maybe I hurt you too.
Maybe that's true.
Maybe we both became strangers
Trying to prove who's right.

You wanted to be loved.
I wanted that too.
But somewhere between your tears
And mine.
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We forgot,
Love isn't a courtroom.

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So before you say
That I never cared,
Remember all those nights
When I was standing there.

Before you ask
Why my heart went cold?
Remember every little piece
Of me you chose to ignore.

This ain't revenge,
No, I don't want you to bleed.
I just want you to see
What you did to me.

'Cause the love that you're searching for,
The love you wish you'd find.
Was standing right beside you.
But you were looking somewhere else
The whole damn time.

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Oh, the mirror don't lie,
The mirror don't lie.

You're crying for love
While I'm dying inside.
You want what you lost,
You miss what you had.

Maybe we're both broken,
Maybe that's just sad.
Oh, the mirror don't lie,
No, the mirror don't lie.

You were asking for love
As I asked you why.
Why couldn't you hold me
The way that I needed?

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Maybe the love we wanted.
Was the love we never repeated.

.Funny how life works.

Sometimes
The person asking,
"Why don't you love me?"
Is the same person
Who taught you

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What it feels like
Not to be loved.