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I know you say you know me, know me well.
But these days I don't even know myself, no.
I always thought I'd be with someone else.
I thought I would own the way I felt, yeah
I tell myself I'm done with wicked games

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me.
You drag me down, you fuck me up.
We're on the ground, we're screaming.
I don't know how to make it stop.
I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it.
But I keep on coming back to you.

I know my friends, they give me bad advice.
Like move on, get you out my mind.
But don't you think I haven't even tried?
You got me cornered and my hands are tied.
You got me so addicted to the drama.
I tell myself I'm done with wicked games.

And I guess you'll never know.
All the bullshit that you put me through.
And I guess you'll never know.

I won't back to you;
but still you fucked me up.