She called me a con artist Said I ran off with something she needed Wasn't a heart was it? And if so, Where the hell did I leave mine? Said she'd keep it safe, Swear I hear that all the time And that's probably why I, became a "harbinger of pain" Every situation, the story ends up being the same The one that I trusted, they knew the game But when I stopped playing, then things got insane Gave it all i had. She gave it right back It's war. When she said that "Things aren't the same". Damn. It's kind of sad. Cut ties before either of us start feeling bad. Replaced in no time. Then come to find, that it's not that easy when regret plagues both our minds Tried to stay friends. Looked at me, sad, said "im sure we can pretend" "Its not the end" and sealed that with a kiss. Swear, things can't get more confusing than this Looked me in my eye. Said our last goodbyes Then realized; she still knows exactly where my heart is.