Why?

I try to help you...
I really do.
It's just hard.
When you fail to see it, too.

I fake every minute.
Of ever liking him.
He's a cheating douche.
His chances with you were supposed to be slim.

He takes advantage.
Of eveything he sees.
His feelings are fake...
Just between you and me.

He's even hurt you before.
You haven't even fully recovered...
He'll do it again...
I forbid you to suffer.

If he hurts you again,
I'll slit his throat.
With the blade that you use
To help you cope.