No, I don’t want you back. I don’t want you to come running in my arms and make me believe the usual stuff you’ve hurt me with, I don’t want to be the same girl you’ve played. No. I don’t want anything to do with you.
But you see, it hurts so bad that every time I try to push you away it makes me want to have you back- and I don’t think I would be able to stop myself from allowing you to do the same shit to me over again.