Missing Out

On and on her story goes, it never stops for anyone.
I'm the only one who knows,
the only one who gives a damn about it.
All she does is bitch and whine,
always wonder why I waste my time.
Then I realize I'm in love,
this curse was made to last forever.
So I'll go on, think about just what you mean to me.
Giving up on you and me is not the way it has to be.
(Tell me all your secrets and I'll try so hard to believe them because everything you said to me was once a lie)
It is something that I just do not get,
she must be playing some kind of mind game.
Always messing with my head, some days she loves me some she hates me.
I swore I have played this game before,
I know that there is no answer to the problem.
Next time will be different,
It's a chance that I have to take now.