Waiting

Your sick of me
I understand
Tell me, was this part of a plan
A little bit like a one-night stand?

I dont have to love you
For you to break my heart
Now you have turned it into
A sick form of art.

Let's see how like it takes
For her [thats me] to break
Down, for her to crack
Let's stab her in the back.

You turn the knife
When you don't talk to me

You turn the knife;
Who I wanted to be.

I try to walk away
Knowing this is just a game you play

Praying on me
Sucking me in
Turning me into
Your best freind
Making me want you
Making me need you
Then walking away.

You used to make me laugh
Make it all okay
Then one day
You woke up
Deciding you have had enough of me.

I've called since
I swear
'Cause it's being without you
That I can't bear

And when you get sick of her
I will still be here
Waiting.