She likes to see me cry,
to know my heart is broke.
She always has to lie,
wants me to worry and ask why?

She loves to hurt my deepest feelings,
she hates me as she leaves.
She likes the fact I'm always sad,
she makes me think she cares for me.

She always fades my spirits,
the hope of any love.
She stabs me in the back,
as angels laugh above.

I love her so damn much,
I'm damned for this is love.
She hurts me every way she can,
for her, my love will never be enough.