Loving You.

Loving you isn't the same.
Not sure I've opened my eyes.
Seeing the real you,
through clean frames.
I've seen the lies you've told,
Secrets you've kept.
And hidden meaning behind your acts.
You've wasted my money.
Complained to no end.
Then started the process all over agian.
I don't know how much more I can take,
I'm always left standing in your wake.
One day I'm going to crack.
Expect it bitch, 'cause I won't slack.