Lately you act different,
you hardly come near me.
Don't hold my hand, or kiss my lips,
is there something I can't see?

 Do you still love me,
because you sure don't act like it.
And I'm tired of your head games,
I'm sick of all your shit...

  You hardly even talk to me,
don't say "I love you" anymore.
And you said you wouldn't hurt me,
then what are you hurting me for?

 You make me so confused,
you make me want to cut.
And when I think of you,
I get this  pain inside my gut.

Either you're with me or you aren't,
you need to make up your mind.
Before it's to late,
before I make up mine...