fakelove

Fake love beating on the floor. But I don't feel it anymore. You push-pull, leaving me wanting more. But I'm done keeping score. Fake love beating on the floor. But I don't feel it anymore. You push-pull, leaving me wanting more. But I'm done keeping score. You dress your truth in sugar and fire. A perfect storm built on borrowed desire. I played along to the rhythm you made. But I'm cutting loose from your masquerade. You told me you loved me. Was that just a lie? And if you meant it at the time. When did that love die? When did it change? The words you used to say. They don't sound the same. Your eyes are just a pray for your last Prey. So don't even try. Fake love beating on the floor. But I don't feel it anymore. You push-pull, leaving me wanting more. But I'm done keeping score. Fake love beating on the floor. But I don't feel it anymore. You push-pull, leaving me wanting more. But I'm done keeping score